Buffy didn't move to take her seat again, not even when Ambrose sat back down. Her arms were crossed defensively over her chest, and she was leveling a narrow-eyed glare at Lucius. Was that his game? Was he really trying to wind her up on purpose so that she'd hit him? Her blood boiled, and she couldn't help but recognize how successful he was being if that really was the case.
"I'm not intent on missing anything," Buffy eventually snapped. "I know him better than you think you do, so back off." Her fists clenched at her sides, especially when he went off about her form. "I'm somehow doubting that you have anything close to the good intention to help me improve my form. It's probably just some trick to do... I don't know!" she sputtered. "Something evil and sinister."