At the very least, Morgan's question prompted an answer she could focus on. Lydia's voice distracted her from the bristles tickling along the inside of her forearm, and she was as equally surprised at the response. Or any response, for that matter. This was supposed to be a business meeting - and she was deliberately not thinking about how gentle Lydia was being with her - that she was turning into a social call. The Enforcer bit her lip, giving a small nod at Lydia's reply with far less enthusiasm than she had asked the question with.<i>An eternity to live... no wonder vampires always seem bored. </i>They had to occupy their infinite time with tasks and activities that likely became mundane even after a few months. They could take decades to master and hone even the most difficult of skills and then move onto something else like it was nothing.<br/><br/>To live forever sounded much worse than Morgan had originally thought, but it was a blessing for those who didn't want to die. It was a tempting thought, but not one she could ever give any real credence to. Her duty was to fight and die for Onyxport's safety, but the "and die" part got to her sometimes.<br/><br/>With a small shake of her head, she looked down at Lydia's handiwork. The crest was immaculately crafted, and there wasn't a single drop of ink out of place on her arm. She let the vampire rush cool air over the temporary tattoo, though it felt mostly dry on her skin. She wasn't the expert here, though, and she stayed still until Lydia released her arm. She rolled her sleeve up to her bicep just to ensure that it wouldn't roll down as she moved.<br/><br/>The silence that fell over them after her instructions was deafening.<i>"We both know what's next, Morgan,” </i>was really the only thing the Enforcer heard. She had tried to prepare herself for this moment, but really, how did one prepare herself to be bitten by a fantasical creature? The answer was that she couldn't do much other than try to drown the thought with a bottle of rum, and that hadn't done anything. She hadn't quite stopped the dread from creeping in, and now that it was time, she felt herself freeze.<br/><br/>The situation was only made worse as Lydia began to explain where the best place would be by placing a single finger on her collarbone.  Her muscles threatened to seize up, and all she could do was release a small breath. Playing it off as nervousness - she had seen Lydia's attempt at a reassuring smile but she couldn't believe in it - she clasped her hands together in front of her, mindful of her forearm.<br/><br/>"I'm trusting you to choose the place that's best."<i>Best would be all over me-- no, stop. </i>"That spot doesn't feel like it would be too uncomfortable with my coat on, but I'll only know once I put it on." She had missed Lydia's compliment on the shirt in all that, and Morgan found she could hardly meet the vampire's red gaze. Doubt tried to worm its way into her mind. What if this didn't work? If Adrian saw right through their disguise, this would end in death for both of them.<br/><br/>This wasn't the time to be thinking of backing out, but Morgan couldn't help it. She wasn't resistant to pain or bullets like Lydia was; she had a real chance of not making it out alive. All her hope was on this female vampire who she thought maybe looked a little<i>too</i>hungry.<br/><br/>No, it was her mind playing tricks on her. Lydia had more important things to care about than some Enforcer who was dedicated to her job because she had little else.<br/><br/>She glanced down at the floor for a second before she shifted her sleeve to display more skin. "Uh... don't, um, try not to get blood on my shirt, okay? I can't really, uh, hide that."