Buffy listened to him speak about Maia, about his therapy. It filled her with a lot of feelings all at once, most that weren't exactly the most pleasant of sensations. Everything had happened so quickly, and she hadn't liked the idea of Ambrose and Maia together before she'd realized the exact reason why. It was even harder to stomach now that she was fully aware of her own feelings.
It wasn't that she judged him for his tastes. She'd never thought she would even have a chance to entertain the idea of sexual preferences and all the kinky things in the world that people could like. It was one of the many sacrifices Giles had talked about making to be the Slayer. Talking about it maybe made her blush just a little bit, but it was the troubling picture of Maia doing all those things to Ambrose now that plagued her brain. It made her feel slightly inadequate in a way.
"And you still need that." Buffy's voice was careful, her eyes probably betraying her inner turmoil. "No, I understand that. It makes sense, really. I understand better than you know, probably." Her eyes flashed back up to meet his. "Not the domination thing. I never got the chance for anything like that or even in the same family as that in camp," she quickly clarified. "But you know, the need. To not have to be strong for a little while. I haven't had that chance since..." Since her father had left. Buffy swallowed that thought quickly, looking down again. "I understand, anyway. You still need that." Another swallow, as she buried the insecurity. "And you need it from her?"