It was impressive really, that Bedivere had let the human live. His knightly discipline overcame his base desire to slaughter the magniloquent mortal. Such was the the secret key to his power in social manipulation and dealmaking, his self control. Mithias had only ever known haughty vampires to take brash action, to kill without second thought when no longer entertained, and thus, he stood in awe as Bedivere spoke casually. With eternity waiting, why didn't all vampires take the time to be masterful? 

But his admirable host revealed something else that made Mithias' proverbial jaw drop. The council had decided to go to war with the humans. Golden eyes flashed as he focused on Bedivere at that statement. The young vampire's pale countenance was shock more than anything, if it was anything at all. Surely Bedivere could see it, an understandable reaction after what Mithias' own sire had foretold at the meeting. A glance to Lady Mohowauuk was enough to fill in the gaps, and Mithias realized it was the wolf goddess who had stood up to lead, not the maniacle Magnus. 

Bedivere had made clear that he had no interest in the day-shrouding artifact, and that it would not serve him. He also expressed his intent to keep Mithias' 'gift' of Contagion and left Martin's fate in his new daylight steward's hands. This trade would not be happening. 

Regardless of Llusia's and Mo's reactions, nad not clarifying his own stand on the matter of war, Mithias bowed as Bedivere left, "Rest well, my lord." Self control, and patience...

Martin heard the soft ring of metal as Mithias drew one of his swords in the darkness. The black-clad vampire took a step toward the human and looked at him. "I am sorry, but the deal is declined." He paused a moment so Martin could calm himself. "Take your stone, and carry it. I will escort you out." Surely if the human had the ability to set off the explosive, he wouldn't do it while holding it in his own arms. Mithias would make certain Carfax remained undamaged. He'd kill Martin outside.