The key that Morgan procured from beneath the potted plant slid into the lock before she swung the front door open to admit the pair within like they were meant to be there. The completely shapeshifted vampire swiftly listened for sounds of life within a house that belonged to the lower middle class, where gentrification had clearly begun taking its claim of the west. She waited until she was satisfied by the strange quiet that descended around them, exactly as she predicted. Nobody was home, not a pet or person with a heartbeat stirred or sound that indicated their presence. The pair moved further inside, the woman moving with a typical, deceptively playful sashay to her hips, almost to the beat of a song playing in her head before Braxton commented about the interior being 'boorish'. He was not wrong. There was not much of note to that home, even the scents that had clung to it were nothing to strike notice, not even within the usual mundane signatures she could easily pick up and just as easily brush over. "Not to your liking?" Although she was hardly surprised by his finding, he admitted to being used to the hammock of luxury, butler or otherwise. Her inquiry though, was half-hearted at best, her gaze already seeking out something of note to offer her focus.

Braxton was content to parrot that sentiment that it was nice to be early. If only he knew. Her lips minutely twitched into a hint of a smile before vanishing, a mere syllable of agreement offered in reply like a hum formed within her throat. Those borrowed brown eyes continued their distracted roaming, landing longer than necessary on that terrible print on those god-awful curtains. She did not expect the fairy to explain that this house appeared staged, although she could not blame him. He knew little as to why they were even in that house uninvited. Her companion kept in the dark like a test of sorts. His comment, however, didn't even stir a hint of concern, even if it did earn him her full attention as she turned to face him. The vampire stared at him blankly like he had spoken a whole speech in fluent Arabic, her head cocked to the left as he began to explain his opinion on what he thought this was. What was he going on about? Was he trying to teach her something of value, of note? Did that mean in some roundabout way that he... cared? Or did he think he could impart the shapeshifter with some wisdom that she had not already learned from the prime role models of her parents? Yet she tried, even if only a weak attempt to sift through the meaning behind his 'lesson'. Yet it only revealed just how in the dark he was to her very plans. For that concern to be true in any sense, would require the man of the house even knowing of their plan. Did he not question the current form she had taken was not merely by chance? She was certain that the owner of that house was clueless. Maybe that was why she found his words so funny as she burst into a giggle, drawing her hand to her mouth almost politely to stop the sound.

"You sound like you have it all figured out." Morgan verbally prodded, shifting her weight from one foot to the next, allowing her eyes to shift from a muddied brown to her own shade of electric blue once more, allowing herself to focus on Braxton. "For all you know, I led you here with a nefarious purpose." She toyed, allowing the thought to sink in for a moment, her face so serious once more, before it faded to something far more casual, a small shrug of her shoulders. She had certainly crafted far more elaborate plans over the centuries for far less... and yet the truth was, that was simply not her intent. Not for the fairy, at least. But it did not hurt to let him wonder.

"Think of this. What could he do to me? He is only human and I have been at this long enough to know. I have been taught better than that. Do you know whose form I wear? His mistress and housekeeper. So if he saw me like this, with you... who knows what he would think. If anything, he would go after you first." She strode across the distance between them, right up to the fae that still smelled faintly of his cigarette perfume entwined his brand of cologne he wore, that eagerly drew to her nose. She placed a hand on either side of his leather-clad shoulders as she looked him in the eye, changing, perhaps even slightly unnerving, right before his eyes. The vampire woman shifted back into her usual form in a blink of an eye, several inches shorter and farm more dainty. The stark white hair returned and lengthened, so did those doll-like features and gothic a-line dress as she remained in his space before giving him a firm little shake, just because she could.

"Alright Braxy.. Understand that I am not concerned about being ambushed. Silly head. What I am waaay more concerned about is getting bored. So why don't we play a game instead? Put your skills to the test. Find something valuable.. One thing for you and one thing for me." Although she had no use for any trinkets or baubles he might find, she was curious what he would choose, all the same. "I will follow and keep a lookout. I can tell if he is coming before he even turns into the driveway." There was a teasing tone woven within her words. That slight hint of playfulness found the woman's doll-like features. He wouldn't turn down an offer such as that, would he?

"Come on. It will be fun." She nearly sang, releasing him just so she could gesture for him to go ahead and let him have his moment to be exactly what he had introduced himself as.. Trouble. "You only have ten minutes. An extra two to crack that safe if you find it in time." She added cryptically, for all he knew that number was made up just to add to that pressure she hoped he managed well under.