Ambrose itched to move. His fight or flight instinct kicked in. As much as he didn't want to hurt Buffy he needed to get out and get out fast. Gently he helped her to lay down on the couch. He started to do up his pants, they were mostly ruined but that was moot.
He leaned over Buffy and kissed her forehead and he was up. He walked quickly over to his door, unlocked and then was inside. He locked the door back and leaned against it. Cowardly as he thought, he need to get out of there. He was losing himself, or rather he had lost himself to Buffy, completely. He took a few breaths of air before moved to the trap door and down to his rooms.