After being calmed down by Emerson, the drive home, and the two pints of blood he downed Ambrose was feeling somewhat more put together. He was still on edge about seeing Lucius so soon after his 'spell' at his friend's. He refused to sit down and just paced the floor. He needed to think of some punishment for Buffy going out, but short of chaining her to her bed he had none. Although he suspected that when he saw her again he would probably just hug her tight and make sure she was alright.
He heard the moment the car pulled up in front of his house and when the car opened he took a deep breath and sealed himself for argument at best and fight at worst. He had new blood pumping through him so that should help in either way. He heard the knock at his door and turned to face the entry way. Standing up straight, he walked over to the door and opened it. He looked Buffy over, she didn't look to hurt.
"I see following orders went right over your head." He said, his voice tight. Then he looked over to Lucius. "You did not need to bring her home. I am sure she could have stumbled her way home. She is good at returning, that much I can say." It might have sounded cold, and harsh, but at that moment Ambrose was barely holding his emotions at bay.