"No, I don't understand," Buffy admitted, not moving an inch. She looked up at him with all the trust and the hope that she could muster. "I don't understand, and I'm not a vampire, so I probably won't ever understand. But for once I'm the one who's thinking clearly here. We are stuck in a house with a witch that you just had a battle with in your own living room and a human girl who doesn't deserve to be caught up in any of this. You need to feed, and we can't afford to hold off any longer."
Buffy leaned in against him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she stood up on tip toes as she often had to when she kissed him to press her lips gently against his in a soft but lingering kiss. When she pulled away barely an inch she looked up into his eyes. "Ambrose, I love you. I know that you won't kill me, but we can't take chances right now. I won't see him hurt you if something happens again. Not when I can prevent it." She angled her head to kiss along his jaw, effectively presenting her neck to his lips at the same time, potent blood of the Slayer pumping in her veins.