Buffy rolled her eyes at the mention of sparring. She'd gotten much, much better in a short period of time, but she knew she couldn't take him yet even without the magic. She knew how much Ambrose disapproved of violence, but she'd have to have a talk with him about some sort of training in the future. Even if she didn't go looking for trouble, it was a necessity for a Slayer to keep her reflexes sharp and continue to hone them. It would take a single slip up for the Supernaturals that ran Crescent Hills to be knocking at their door. She didn't want that, but nevertheless, she needed to be prepared for it.
"And now we're going after Giles. What's next? Making fun of my mother?" she asked sarcastically, trying not to let her blood boil.
Which was difficult when he started in about his right to kill her and his supposed value of human life, she reached out to put her hand on her Ambrose's. She doubted he would snap. He was much better at that sort of thing than she was, but there really was only so much a person could take. It didn't help that Lucius knew just how to hit right where it hurt the most.
"You really should write a book. You know, call it How to Maximize Profit Off of the Lifeblood of Humans in 10 Easy Steps. Oh! Or maybe Ritualistic Sacrifice for Dummies!" Buffy added, feigned enthusiasm evident on her face as she failed utterly to contain herself. "I smell book club gold."
She stood up along with Evie when she got up, sarcastic humor forgotten for the moment as she realized that her friend would have to go home and spend time with Lucius in the wake of blatantly disobeying him. While she would have been sure he wouldn't cause her any physical harm before, part of her was a little bit worried.
"You don't have to go yet," she offered before wincing and realizing she probably shouldn't have offered, considering it wasn't really her house. "I-I mean, you know. Everything's going so well and all," Buffy added as an afterthought, looking a little sheepish.