Mithias hadn't let the door close behind him as he awaited a response. Lady Mo wasn't saying anything, so perhaps she intended Magnus to do the talking. The sounds of coughing in the background broke the silence as Martin hack up blood. Magnus grinned and laughed quietly, pleased with his work. 

Mithias took a breath and comported himself. So Bedivere hadn't made it back. If the sharp-eyed devil wasn't wounded, then he was up to something, which may have included finding a sufficient body of water to transport himself back to Camelot for the daylight hours. Perhaps Mithias was overly concerned. He found his gaze had fallen on the human, Martin, as he was thinking. "He's not going to last long here." He told Magnus. 

Likely the oldblood would turn Martin himself. Why waste a good corpse?