Ambrose just nodded. He had no idea was she was talking about, while the speak of buffalo mating habits made him smile as he remember her flimsy cover story. Thinking of cheese did not make any since at all.
Ambrose leaned forward as she talked about this job she had. Ambrose had never heard of any human that thought it was their job to be a martyr. True there where those that tried to help others, but they soon found a way out or were swallowed up in the slave trade. They all thought they were strong enough to go up against Supernaturals, but what he had seen from Buffy is she just might be strong enough. Physically that was, mentally she couldn't figure out which way was up. She threw herself head first without thinking. Ambrose admired that. He had always looked before he lept, weighted out the pros and cons. While he had been a minor, very minor, part of the underground operations he had never openly done much to help the group as a whole until now.
"The next one?" Ambrose asked, his hands clasped together. "What do you mean, Buffy?" It was all coming out so fast that Ambrose was having a hard time processing it all.