"Close and yet so wrong, Buffy. Rule one, do not go outside with out me. You maybe clever, sweet, and adorable, but that is not the exact reason for that rule." Well it really was. He could kid himself into believed that but it was true. "Rule two, if it is locked, you don't need to know. Sorry to say I do not indulge in poetry readings with Dracula. For one, I don't like it. I prefer plays or books from the Victorian era, like Sherlock Holmes. I have only met Dracula once and he was not the greatest man." By this time he was holding up two fingers. "And yes, no killing me in my sleep." He held up another finger.
"Rule three, kneeling beside me when we are visited or visiting is for you benefit. Acting submissive will keep me from having to punish you in public. Thrust me I do not take great fun in public humiliation. I have already told you I want you to call me Ambrose inside this home, and master outside of it. Rule four, look to me when you are asked a question. I said look, not bat your eyelashes at me." He was visibly getting agitated. "I already told you I know you have a brain, so fucking use it!" He turned away from her to get his anger together. Her attempt at making a joke had angered him. These rules where designed to keep her safe for the time being.
"I am sorry I yelled at you." He looked once again at the wall hanging. "Lets go." He turned and walked to the back door. He opened it and locked it, but left is opened and went out to the back yard.