Buffy knew exactly what Lucius was implying. He was at least being deliberately vague in order to give Ambrose the worst idea possible as to what happened between them. She narrowed her eyes, all the anger and hurt rushing back to her as she glared at him at that smug smirk.
"I swear to whatever Satanic goat god you worship, I'll break your damn arm again," she snapped, realizing in hindsight that it probably wasn't the most effective of threats considering he was both pumped on her blood and all too aware that she would offer her own blood so that he wouldn't hurt Evie. And he'd only really broken it the first time because he'd blocked her one too many times. Whatever. It was angry and snappy, thus it worked.
"Nothing happened. He's just being an ass," she tried to assure Ambrose, looking up at him as she grasped for his hand, hoping he'd let her take it.