The man listened to him and seemed to consider Methos for a moment. Then he took off the glove on his flesh hand and slid the knife along the palm. The crackle of energy that closed it might look familiar.

"Harm him and you won't wake up the next time."

Which was when he walked over, undid the ropes, and picked up Methos from his personal bindings. The he walked to the edge of the building and sawed the rope a little and stuck the knife Methos had used in his back pocket.

Then he dropped him.