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Sir? 

Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.  You are so lovely it is murdering me inside.  

Spies creeping into Julian’s bedroom

Garak: I must tell you I’m disappointed hearing you mouthing the usual platitudes of peace and friendship regarding an implacable foe like the Romulans. But, I live in hope that one day you’ll come to see this universe for what it truly is, rather than what you’d wish it to be. 

Bashir: Well, I shall endeavour to become more cynical with each passing day, look gift horses squarely in the mouth and find clouds in every silver lining. 

Garak: If only you meant it.

Bashir: I’ll be giving a talk on Dominion biogenic weapons, chairing a seminar on Ketracel white, and attending a meeting on a proposal to transfer twenty five Federation hospital ships over to Romulan control. 

Garak: How dull. 

Bashir: Sorry to disappoint you. Admiral Ross and his staff will be discussing the exciting military issues. 

Garak: I see. I trust that Starfleet Intelligence will be sending someone along to make good use of this opportunity. 

Bashir: What do you mean? 

Garak: Isn’t it obvious? This is a golden opportunity to gather intelligence on Romulan intentions and military capabilities. 

Bashir: They’re our allies, Garak. And with any luck, this could be the beginning of a entirely new friendship between our peoples. 

Garak: The eternal optimist. 

Bashir: Guilty as charged. 

Garak: How sad.

How sad.