Garak entered the infirmary with a wicked grin on his face.
“Hello, my dear. Care to join me for dinner?”
Julian sent the tailor an apologetic smile.
“I'm sorry, Elim, I can't. I have to be here when the Lissepian envoy arrives to prepare for the medical conference.”
Smiling even wider, Garak said:
“Ah, I'm afraid the Lissepians will not arrive until tomorrow. Apparently they've found evidence of a plot against the envoy.”
Julian quirked an eyebrow.
Garak simply smiled innocently.
Sighing, Julian shook his head at his lover.
“I love you, Elim, but you're a devious bastard sometimes.”