Ambrose had let Buffy off the leash so to speak. He let her roam the boutique on her own, since she really did want to be here. After the previous week Ambrose had seriously questioned whether or not to let Buffy out of the house ever again, but he couldn't and she did need new clothes. The one skirt she had was getting a lot of use out of it.
He heard at other people came into the store and looked up briefly at the new pair and at Buffy, then back to the racks. He needed to sent for some new suits to his favorite place, he thought as Buffy's voice wafted to his ears. Before he could look up there was sound of skin hitting skin and Ambrose jerked up. He started over when the man pushed Buffy against a wall and ran over, fast, pulling the man away from Buffy and gathered his blond human in his arms.
"How dare you touch her!" Ambrose seethed, the venom in his voice was strong. He wanted to punch the man, or do something, but Ambrose didn't like fighting, it never came out well for either parties and Buffy didn't need to see him in full vampire mode. So he just glared at the man, then turned to Buffy, looking her over. "Buffy?" He asked.