Ambrose could not help but to swallow around the lump in his throat. The way Lucius made it sound was what he had feared. More than an argument or a fight had happened. He could not smell anything on either of them, but that did not mean nothing had not happened.
"Well I am glad she has come back." he said, not looking to her, but feeling her next to him. He wanted to reach out and bury he head in her hair. "I hope you enjoyed your last time out for a very long time, Buffy." Oh he really wanted to slammed the door in his face, but he had to remain calm and collected for now. Never let your enemies see you sweat.