Ambrose had been trying to convey that he knew she had be caught from some camp and would not be pushing her into anything she was not ready for. But never did he expect her to become deathly still as she looked at him. Her face showed none of the fear that her body did. She looked like a snake coiled to strike.
"No, Buffy. I can not read minds. I can manipulate, but not read them." So she was hiding something even darker than just a capture... "What I was saying it I know you are not a normal, bred...human." He said trying to get around called her a slave. "It is painfully obvious that your were caught in a raid or something like that." He held up his hands to placate her. "You do not have to tell me anything. I will tell you something. Whether you trust me or not, that is up to you. When I was a baby, my family, my mother, father, and I, were part of a rebel group based around London, England. Our camp was caught by vampires. In a way to get them to leave the bulk of the camp alone, the leader more or less bargained my family so that the rest would be spared." He told her.