Morgan paced back and forth in the alleyway, Erik giving her quizzical looks. She bit the end of her thumb, and let out an aggravated groan. "Who was that?!" She asked herself internally, sighing, and leaning against the nearby wall. "Lucifer couldn't already know... could he?" Her body tensed up, but moments later relaxed. "No, he would have summoned me. But then..."

"U-uhm, Morgan?" Erik inquired, wringing his wrist and biting his lower lip. She glanced up at him, more cold that she intended.

"What?" She snapped in reply, the current situation making her irritable. Erik looked down, perspiration falling from his chin.

"Nothing, never mind, uh, did you know what was in that bag?"

"No, why?"

A breath of relief escaped Erik, making Morgan quickly skeptical. She stood up straight, chills running through her body.

"You know..." Morgan started, walking around Erik slowly. "How come you never take off your gloves?"

Erik's body easily radiated tension, but he just cleared his throat and gave a weak smile.

"I-I just like them."

Morgan pushed him into the wall, her horns and flames slowly appearing. She licked her lips, a sadistic smile spreading across her face.

"You're going to tell me what was in that bag, and what this is about, right... now."