"He would never kill me, and I knew that," Buffy protested, figuring there wasn't much of a point in denying it now that he was sure of it. She'd never been a good liar, so she didn't try to any longer. "We don't know how long this... whatever is going to last, and I don't know when he'll be able to get more blood. He would've starved himself to avoid it, so I did what I had to do. For his sake as much as anyone else's."
She turned away, knowing she couldn't get away from the argument but feeling pressured to not being in Lucius' direct line of vision. She didn't believe that there would be another battle, at least not one that Ambrose started, but it didn't go unnoticed that he'd said he would die defending her.
"Or how about you just don't try to kill each other again?" she asked, stalking off into the kitchen as she threw up her hands. She wasn't exactly hungry at all, but she needed somewhere to storm off to effectively before she turned around to face him again. "That's always an option. No one depletes their reserves, and, imagine that, nobody dies. What a concept! Despite what you think of him, I don't think he plans on going a round two. So if you can manage to play nice? I think everyone might just come out of this alive. Which would be amazing. Like an early birthday present, really."