Matias raised an eyebrow in response. 

"... [i]Que carajo...[/i] What do you even mean by that? What did you do??"

He turned to Bane, who seemed to be oddly investigative. 

"'Old magic'? As compared to 'new magic'? The hell's the difference?"

He took a moment to take in the entire situation. Dante just recovering. Iris unconscious. Midnight probably following suit. It was enough to make a grown man (him) sigh roughly.

"Damn it, with every recovery we make, we just get another person to babysit. I don't know what you did, but whatever it was, it set you back an entire night of work. Christ."