Ambrose knew that if he didn't stop gripping the door that he would probably end up splintering the wood, but if he let go he also knew that he would probably try and succeed as punching Lucius smart ass look right off his face. Then Buffy touched his hand and felt like he could relax, with just her presence, until Lucius said what he did and felt like a blow to his stomach.
His emotions seemed to be all over the place. He was still angry, sure, but even more hurt. The more Buffy tried to deny the more Lucius kept telling...were they lies or were they facts? "I think you need to leave, Lucius. Now." he said, his voice stronger than what he felt. He pulled his hand away from Buffy. "Say good bye to your friend, Buffy.."