Methos narrowed his eyes as Jack shifted, ingrained responses shifting his own weight, ready for a fight if it was offered, to escape if he had the chance.
"It's not always a party, but there are decades that are better than others." He winced at the handful of decades Jack had been immortal. He was fairly certain that this wasn't the Jack the Doctor had asked him to talk to, now.
"MacLeod would be better at this," he muttered. He'd never really been all that good with new Immortals. Just look at his track record - of all the ones he'd dealt with as newly-fledged Immortals, only one was still alive, and she hated him.
"I won't tell you it gets any better, or any easier, but it changes. It always changes, humanity, mortals, change. Even Immortals change, or they go mad."