"The red leaf tea is quite good today, thank you for asking." Dukat did love to hear himself talk. Every syllable, every word was enunciated, slowly, precise. It was a miracle no one had strangled him yet. Although that's probably because they'd be executed.

"At least here I can take a rest from the bomb threats. Bomb threats! Do you believe it? I try to help these people and they show their gratitude by trying to kill me. I guess I let my hopes climb to high. I thought I could change them. Help them lead better lives." He paused, switching tracks. "Would you like some? The tea. Not the bomb threats."

Yes, it was a very good thing he didn't know about Ziyal yet. Enjoy the only semi-crazy Cardiassian.