Buffy lifted her head, hearing the movement from upstairs and hoping to see that Evie was awake so she could get up and actually have a reason to put on a happy face while going through the motions of breakfast and the whole nine yards. Upon seeing Lucius descend, she instead heaved a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes before falling back against the cushion she'd rested her head on, trying her very hardest to look annoyed instead of worried and upset.
Not so long ago, his face would've been all too welcome in such a crisis. She'd always been able to go to Daniel any time she needed anything, and she'd always trusted him, sometimes even over Giles. But now he claimed to be Lucius, a fact that she stubbornly denied somewhere inside even still, but it wasn't really just the change in him, was it? She wondered if he could tell that she loved Ambrose. She wondered even more if it effected him, knowing what she knew now. As things were, Buffy hardly knew where to turn anymore. Ambrose probably hated her again, and Daniel was curled up in the darkest reaches of Lucius somewhere right now.
"Nothing that's any of your business," she tried to snap with some measure of confidence. Sadly, Buffy was terrible at hiding how she really felt about just about everything, so the attempt was halfhearted at best. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot that I'm definitely not ever talking to you again for engaging in mortal combat with Ambrose after using your wacky, dark mojo to knock me out cold." Clearly she didn't catch the irony.