"Yes," Buffy found herself answering the Doctor. Though kneejerk reaction might've had her defending Ambrose being anything but a controlling master, she had to keep up the charade, right? She was all kinds of undercover, and so she was quite proud that she'd managed to keep said cover up for more than a few minutes. "He's really not a bad guy, but you know how Masters can be. All controly and wanting to be called Master and stuff." She forced a smile that wasn't entirely nervous as she glued herself to Willow's side. So far, she was convinced that she was being extremely smooth.
Her face fell a little bit when Willow essentially told her all her super-convincing efforts were pointless. It was a relief that she didn't have to keep up the act entirely, but she'd still have to maintain her guard to a degree. Who knew? Doctor Burned-the-Rice-Krispie-Squares could just be a very evil genius acting like... whatever it was he was acting like.
"Right. So... no titles. Is The Doctor like your nickname or something then?" she asked. Wine. Willow drank wine? Her eyes narrowed as she tried to determine what she thought about that. Doctor Rice Krispies was encouraging her to drink. Nevermind that she'd had some drinks at parties and when she and Ambrose were out.