"You are not wrong. It IS a setup. Not in the way you think it to be though." The vampire shapershifty finally revealed, voice light and darkly playful and yet still being so painfully difficult.. especially when he was starting to be a lot like prey. Aw, he had kept it together for so long too. Braxton spoke a fairly large game up until now. It would be a shame if he were to crack underneath the pressure before the fun truly began. It was then that she began to wonder if he truly could handle her brand of 'trouble'. Poor thing. The fairy began to sweat, perspiration began to bead and form across his brow that Morgan could not ignore it. This was the part that wasn't supposed to be all that difficult. This was the easy part. The fun part for him. Yet it would seem that her games were proving to be a bit too much for the butler fae when they had only just started.

How her vampiric senses picked up on that growing anxiety, the chemistry of his scent beginning to change into something almost edible. Eating him had not been originally part of the plan. But he was starting to smell so... damn... good. Her nostrils flared as the sound of his heartbeat began to tick in time to the clock that was counting down. But then he claimed that he was desperate made her grin, all while she did not move from her perch on on the edge of that desk with the opened old book neatly settled within her lap, her lower limbs still kicking playfully back and forth.

He claimed confusion, aw how precious was that. "What is so confusing? I thought you knew what you were doing. You had all the answers before." How confident he was. Her features pinched into a baffled frown. He then dove in with the demands to tell him what she wanted. She told him what she wanted already. "I thought the game was clear Braxey.. You were supposed to find an expensive prize to keep, I thought you knew how to do-" she rose and waved her hand around vaguely. "This sort of thing..." Morgan shifted back entirely into her own, true form. "You weren't lying to me before, were you? You seemed so confident before and when we met you said you were trouble." Her lower lip began to stick out into a perfect pout upon her doll-like features. An all too dramatic sigh escaped her all at once as she suddenly leapt off the table. Her movements lightning fast as she snapped the book shut and placed it the same place where she had once vacated upon that table.

The butler seemed so lost... so inexperienced. Maybe that was why he smoked so much. Morgan then stalked toward him as he began to do what might have been called begging, she wasn't quite sure. She drew to him, the sound of his heartbeat growing stronger to her sensitive ears. She put her arm around his shoulders then. "It's alright Braxey-poo... I will help you. You smell good enough to eat, like candy, sweet fairy." She then laughed as if she found what she said funny, pulling him in closer into what almost seemed like a half-hug.

"I do not think you were wrong with the office though...." She mused before releasing him. "Can you be a good butler and check the drawers inside the office desk for me... see if there are any keys or anything of importance... books, papers with passwords. Can you do that for me?" The doll-like vampire practically did a pirouette as she drew to the back wall that possessed some boring art print painting that was made to look real with textures and the like. The man of the house was all about pretending to hold the illusion of wealth. But no amount of opulence could hide that he lived in the West. He was not fooling anyone. Maybe the search for something valuable was merely a wild goose chase to waste time. Yet what better things did they have to do while they waited? Regardless the startling pale-haired shapeshifter hardly felt discouraged. The real reason they were here had yet to even be revealed after all.