"Sounds interesting." Methos tilted his head. "What makes a human what they are? What draws the line between human and those who aren't?" He shrugged, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Human enough."
He folded his hands across his chest, watching Romana with a shrewd expression on his face, and a hint of personal knowledge in his eyes. "And I'd imagine that life - and the universe - would find a way to control the Daleks, given time enough. Like it does with every other would-be ruler of everything."