Lucius laughed. The laugh was rich with darkness that concealed the stone cold anger he felt at her words. And I don't love you? Yet you protest my protection and accept his... Still he would not let his icy rage consume him, as always this was about Buffy and not his own feelings. No. Daniel's feelings.
"Finally an argument with some substance to it! Not much, I'll grant you but it is still there. You lose sight of what is important and blunder in blindly without confiding in anyone but yourself. I had everything in hand, quite literally in fact" Lucius chuckled, snapping his fingers, a corked wine bottle of blood appearing grasped in his other hand. Buffy would not be able to tell whose blood it was but Ambrose most certainly would. It had seemed a shame to waste a single drop of Evie's blood in the circumstances, the ritual had been about far more than a perception charm.