He supposes it's a Cardassian thing--it's far more charming in Garak, but he talks about nice things like literature and culture and not oppressing the Bajoran masses. Listening to Dukat is like trying to have a conversation with an Aldebaran screech owl--wholly unpleasant and grating on the nerves.

"It's almost as if people don't take kindly to being subjugated and killed by the thousands," Julian says casually. Those are the least of the Occupation's crimes, that he knew of. "Shocking, that."

He smiles genially and orders his usual Tarkalean tea, extra sweet, and apologizes for the change to the bartender, assuring them that the other drink was perfect, but he just felt like a change. Then he lifts his glass, as if to make a toast.

"To a lack of bomb threats."