“My dear doctor,” Garak sits down to lunch that week smiling in the only way he seems to know how, a conspiratorial smirk, with bony brows arched high and electric blue eyes alight with mischief, “should I be offended that you did not see fit to introduce me to your parents last week?”
Julian sighs and grips his cup a little tighter. “Feel whatever way you like about it, Garak, but don’t take it personally. I tried very hard not to introduce them to anyone.”
“Worried that they might slip word of your childhood ‘procedures’?”