GARAK (after killing one of two enemy soldiers): I'd love to stay and hypothesize all afternoon, but once I've set my mind to a task, I hate to leave it unfinished. [O'Brien stares at him, frowns. He stands up abruptly and turns to face Garak.] GARAK: What is it, Chief? O'BRIEN: You look different. GARAK: How so? O'BRIEN: That's not the face of a tailor. GARAK: I'm not a tailor. For the moment, anyway.
holy shit my spy fetish. I'm glad I didn't RP enough with amurderofcrows's Garak for the Mandytaint to set in.