He looks down, down, down, eventually finding that small human he had met in the docking bay now on the floor and piecing together technological parts. For Megatron, the strangest part of the image here was seeing a human interacting with technology far more advanced than what was on the Earth he knew. That was going to take some getting used to. They were certainly adaptable little creatures, weren't they?

"Accepting the gifts of some mystical wish-peddler isn't what I find particularly satisfying, even if it were an honest trade."

The remaining demon in his hand seems to take offense at that, growling before letting out a string of furious obscenities. Something something about how his efforts were useless, how they would swallow his soul as his companions suffer in torment, et cetera. Megatron tosses the other demon inside the portal to allow them both some peace.