Methos rolled his eyes at the theatrical display of mock-innocence, and gave the young man an irritated look. He could see the attempt to provoke him into a fight, and he didn't like it. Fights made his chances of survival less, and chances of being found out for what he was higher. "You don't want to fight me," he said quietly, shifting his stance subtly, ready to run if he needed to. He really didn't want to get into a fight right now.