At the mention of being able to take her weapons in, Morgan cocked a dark eyebrow.<i>That doesn't seem right. </i>Most vampires didn't want Enforcers in their business, and they employed the same tactic Lydia did: no weapons allowed in their territory, or face consequences. Maybe Carpe Noctem was different, or perhaps it was a challenge for any Enforcer that dared to encroach on such dangerous territory. Either way, the comfort became evident as the tension fell away from her shoulders. Her grip on her glass wasn't as strong, and she found herself more focused on Lydia's words.<br/><br/>Some part of her wished she had her notebook so she could come back to all of this knowledge when she was sober. Most Enforcers were never given an opportunity to speak civilly with a vampire. There was too much conflict between the two to ever warrant what this was, and yet, here she sat, speaking to a wealthy, club owning vampire. Passing up this time to drink was a poor decision on her part, but it was a<i>little </i>late to turn back now.<br/><br/>Still, she stored as much information as she could... all the way up until Lydia began to describe the claiming process. It wasn't that it was scary, but it wasn't something Morgan would have gone out of her way to do. Even pretending had the possibility of getting both of them killed. Adrian wouldn't take kindly to deception on his land - perhaps he wouldn't take much of<i>anything </i>kindly on his land - but this was just risky.<br/><br/>But it was all they had.<br/><br/>Morgan started to nod, willing to agree to the plan, and then Lydia spoke of biting her. Really biting her, physical contact and all. Her skin on her neck would be broken by a pair of sharp fangs and her blood would well up into the vampire's mouth.<br/><br/>Morgan blinked, steely eyes glancing between her hands, the glass, the table, anything that wasn't Lydia. The vampire had spoken plainly, but there was weight behind the words. This wasn't something they had planned on... but it was all they had. On top of that, was the idea of letting Lydia bite her really a bad thing?<br/><br/>Instead of answering Lydia right away, Morgan's first response was to drain the better half of her whiskey, the glass tapping the table a little too hard as she set it back down. Perhaps she was supposed to feel more brazen and confident with the alcohol coursing through her system, and she let her hand grip the glass as she collected what few thoughts she had.<br/><br/><i>This is just business. </i><br/><br/>It was a little<i>too </i>hard to convince herself of that, but as she looked up into Lydia's red eyes, something sparked in her own gaze. They had a killer to catch; she couldn't be wasting time silently fawning over a vampire who probably thought the Enforcer beneath herself.<br/><br/>"...Fine. We don't have anything else, and we need to take what we can get," she said, voice filled with an almost tipsy determination. "The Enforcer coat will cover up any marks you leave behind, so once this is over, no one will know." Morgan certainly wasn't going to go out of her way to mention this to anyone, not even Izzy. Even if the girl was to be her partner for a while, she didn't have to know about anything Morgan did to get information. Besides, Izzy had probably done plenty of things to learn something new, so she would understand Morgan's need to keep this quiet.<br/><br/>"The question now becomes... when do we go to him?"