Ambrose was able to look in Roxanne's eyes this time. He thought about the last, and only time, he had been with Buffy, and the skirt she was wearing and Roxanne was almost forgotten. He turned back to Buffy.
"Why didn't you say anything about this before?" He asked, giving his undivided attention to Buffy and not the minx across from him. Not that they had had a chance to talk what with Buffy spilling about the Slayer bit and then the sex. Then the enforced cowardice of silence Ambrose had put on them both. He still believed that Buffy saw something and she was not hallucinating. "I don't think I have ever heard of Lucifer, other than the given, as being on the plains of the living. Could you describe this girl?"