“The company of old friends, naturally,” whether he was serious or not was difficult to tell, something that the elder Immortal considered part of his charm. Another part of Mac’s influence. To survive this long, he had learned to take a rather pragmatic approach, and didn’t necessarily rely on too many ‘friends’. The Highlander’s noble heart had seen to bringing out certain qualities Methos usually kept at bay. Offering Amanda a wry smile, he glanced at his beer, and the finally confessed to the real reason. “My apartment building is being sold,” a slight pause, another drink, and then a shrug. “I hate moving,” he muttered. “I planned to call on the hospitality of our favorite Scotsman.”