Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
Buffy pursed her lips together, holding his gaze but no doubt surprised by his observation. He was mostly right. The whole slave business in general bothered her, but she'd come here to get purchased and help the slaves that didn't want to be here, even if she wasn't sure how exactly to put that plan into action just yet. But being purchased... Well, it was kind of the point and the first step to whatever plan she'd hatch. She was the Slayer. It was her job to help these people. So what if she was still a little green.
"If you were just a harmless man, you'd be on the other side of these bars," Buffy found herself saying, wondering if she was pushing things a bit too far. She wasn't sure what he was getting at, if he meant what he was saying or if he was trying to throw her off. She had to admit she should've been more prepared for mind games. Stupid Supernaturals and their stupid Supernatural mind games. Hopefully Ambrose wasn't psychic. Just in case, she started thinking as hard as she could about cheese.