There was plenty of time to try the "tea" as Bedivere rambled on to Merlin and finally made his proposal. So, in short, Magnus had attempted to initiate this cataclysm that Bedivere so longed for, yet had not been successful. Void's actions also transiently tipped the scales of balance, but rocked them the wrong way, disturbing Bedivere's grip on the United Kingdom. And now, the medieval minded oldblood intended to call a legendary meeting of vampire kind. Supposedly, he wanted Mithias to be a part of it, referencing his tie to Gabriel, one of the often absent sire-kings. 

Mithias set down his cup. He knew he was only being offered a choice out of formality, when indeed refusal was out of the question. However, he had no desire to test the oldblood's power. He'd lose. He'd need a lot more information before he could set the proper trap for this dragon, if such thing were to become necessary.

But clearly, Bedivere had his loyalties. He didn't operate alone. He was an organizer, a strategist, a general even... but he was strangely not a leader. Contemplating all of this, as well as the recommendation of turning someone, Mithias finished his tea as well and got up. ... Did the old geezer seriously just say "Camelot?" This had to be seen.

Mithias got in on the right, the driver's seat, and started the engine. "Bedivere, how did... How do you know anything of my bloodline?"

"My dear boy, you've stated you owe a debt to not only I but also Old Gabby."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm of his line."

"Then in such a case, why do you owe him your life?"

"For parrying that blade away from my heart."

"Then why are you here and not at his side?"

Mithias furrowed his brow and shifted into gear. The question stabbed him. After a long moment, he answered only, "He is impossible to follow."

"Is he? Or do you believe he does not consider you to owe him anything, and yet he is not as hospitable as I?"

"We shall see."

"So it would appear I have guessed correctly."

The disturbed silence from the younger was quite affirmative. The black Aston hit the highway, and Mithias spread its wings over the smooth asphalt. 

Camelot, Arthur? There was a good 95% chance Bedivere was just another insane, and insanely strong, oldblood. Damnit. Why were they ALL crazy?