"Buffy thinks that if she goes and talks to him, that he will magically be turned good again." Ambrose just went right into. It had been on the tip of his tongue since the day before. "She thinks," He paused, Emerson didn't need to know about her Slayer abilities, but there were always strong humans out there. "That she can handle him. She maybe strong, but he is a witch, and an evil one at that. I don't think he realizes that she could be killed or worse." He took a break, sliding down a bit in the chair, rubbing his forehead.
"That worse part is I am now the bad guy! I told her no and sent her to her room like a child. For once I had to be the mean Master she always expected." Now Ambrose felt bad so treating her like a slave and kid. She seemed to know just how to push his buttons so even when she should bad, it came back on him.