Buffy glared at Dr. Lecter, silently letting him know that he may have won the battle, but he was far from winning the war. It was a war of attrition, and the Slayer would not be defeated by her eerily insightful Werewolf Psychiatrist!
"Am- Master Ambrose told you I wasn't raised here, right?" she relented, figuring she'd have to give him something. It wasn't like that was a secret, anyhow. "I feel like I have a responsibility for people."