Ambrose sighed and ran a hand over his slick hair. Buffy could never just shut up. Most of the time he liked that about her, but now was not the time to be a petulant child. Finally when Buffy served the drink he was more than happy to get on with what ever conversation they had been talking when Buffy clearly showed off her leg. God, Ambrose wanted to bite his own hand to not make a noise.
That almost didn't work with Roxanne leaned forward and he got more than an eye full of her breasst. Damn, these women were trying to kill him. Had Buffy planned this as a way to get back at Ambrose to their brief period apart. Or was every woman in this blessed down trying to make him lose control. Tearing his eyes away from the women, he looked to his wall hanging, taking a breath before speaking.
"You might want to lean back, dear. I would rather you not spill your drink on my floor." He turned back to Roxanne. "Anyway, about Buffy and her the things she saw."