Ambrose let her go, then stood to the side of her. He murmured a thanks to the other human who hand come over to give Buffy a cold can. That only served to anger him again.
"While I have not known many witches in my years, I have seen magic done with less flair than you and while we are talking, let me tell you this." He stepped up to look the other man in that eye. "You ever strike Buffy again I will be forced to take actions. I don't care if you are some long lost friend. Friends do not slap each other." his voice when up slightly, in anger before he righted himself and cleared his throat.
"Oh and where are my manors. I am Ambrose, and Buffy is mine."