Re: Seating: Buffy
Ambrose's gulp was nearly audible had it not been for the two women talking to him. How he would love to strangle Maia for her cheek, but he still needed her. AND he didn't want Buffy to find out about his therapy, ever. That was not a conversation he intended to have with young Buffy.
"I am afraid not, pet." He knew the word would not go unnoticed by Buffy. He had never used that word and even hated it now. "These are a private matter, between Maia and me. Speaking of," He crossed his legs, leaning over to Maia. "I need to set up out next appointment." Ignoring Buffy entirely. "I was thinking possible tomorrow. If you are not all booked up."