There that fire was back. She was not losing it and that make Ambrose smile. He stepped back from her. "You are not an angel, trust me. I have met them and they are weird to say the least. But I know you will do great you have so far." He turned back into the living room, taking a look at the wooden number to give him purpose for this night. Well secondary purpose, or was the main purpose and protecting Buffy was the second?
"Are you read to go?" He asked, pulling out his keys from his trouser pocket. "The night is young and we need to get going. There is a party that needs out attention." He moved to stand at the door opening it for Buffy and then followed through after her.