He nearly facepalmed. Maybe if he wasn't so worried over her worn through condition, he would have. "You're bloody well kidding me," he stated flatly, "you went chasing after her? By yourself?" He stood firmly, eyes scouring the injuries that clearly stood out. The scent of her blood was a little overwhelming, but he had learned good and well how to keep himself fully in check by this point. The fact that he had eaten prior to this encounter helped a lot though. A whole hell of a lot.
"Are you completely off your rocker? She could have killed. In fact, she bloody well would have if you hadn't have somehow gotten lucky enough to slip off. Look at you." He didn't mean to lecture or give her a hard time of it. But Buffy knew better by now, didn't she? Chasing after Glory for fuck's sake. He wanted to throttle her, he really did.