"Don't even start to make this his fault. He's protective of me because he loves me," she snapped back loudly, her voice raising as she deliberately refrained from using the word possessive. Her voice had been raising steadily the longer they continued to argue, and she was about shouting at this point and doing all she could not to throw something at him.
"Don't even suggest something like that!" Her eyes widened in horror as she briefly let herself consider the notion that she might've hurt Ambrose by giving him her blood. She pointed an accusatory finger at Lucius. "We both know about how literal the stupid prophecies tend to be, and besides that it's not the first time it's ever been ingested." She looked down for a second, her mind going back to the records that she'd found, the ones Giles had tried to hide from her. "Witches might have been responsible for locating most of the previous Slayers, but they weren't always the ones sent to kill her. He'll be fine. Better than fine. So maybe try not to antagonize him for however long this lasts, and everyone just might come out of this alive. Possibly even with all their limbs still attached to their bodies!"