Lucius lowered his guard now that it appeared that Buffy was no longer angry and violent. He did not know what he could safely tell her to prove that Daniel was dead. He could not confess to the fate of the camp or that of his mother. He did not wish her to know the nature of his magic either.
"Buying a slave, branding her and flooring you twice wasn't enough for you? It doesn't matter what I say, you will be as stubborn as you have always been. So instead I shall tell you something that Daniel never could" Lucius took a step towards Buffy, wondering if he was really going to say it after all these years. The hardest part would be making it seem like it was nothing to him now. Buffy was a constant in his life and so were his feelings for her, although they had shifted somewhat they were still there.
He brushed her hair away from her ear with his good arm and leaned in close.