Ambrose had heard the commotion from his room, but he was in the mists of dressing. So once he was done he walked up to the study and he could heard the argument. Not again. Buffy needed to lean patients and Lucius needed to be thrown out in the snow.
When he unlocked the door and came out he saw that Buffy was mid punch. "Buffy!" The voice was low, but still had some edge. Lucius was good at making Buffy mad, and Ambrose for that matter, but there didn't need to be more fighting.
"I leave you two alone long enough to change and you are at each other's throats? Buffy do you really need to expend any more energy after last night?" Ambrose drawled, locking the door back and then moving into the living room.