"Putting an eye out is usually the least of my worries." Methos didn't relax, though he did lower the rod, a little. He watched Lane, noting his automatic movement, the muscle memory that spoke to Methos of training.
"Do you know anyone named Alysse?" He still wasn't entirely convinced the bane of his existance didn't have anything to do with this, and put a slightly derisive emphasis on her name.