It took a moment but the fact that Harry wasn't doing anything caught up with Methos and he smiled a little sheepishly. "Sorry. Habit you know." He slid the sword back into the sheath and held it in his left hand while he held his right out to offer Harry a hand up.
"I'm Adam. And I think that allergy to steel is fairly common." It must have been a case of moving before being awake from the severely tangled up with himself look to Harry. "You an actor?" The skull tucked under the man's arm made him think of Hamlet.