"Nah-pri yo-teu."

"Close, but not quite. NA-pri yo-teu."

"Nah-pri yo-teu."

"Great." Garak beamed with pride. Julian was a quick study and picking up Kardasi like he'd been studying it for years, even though this was only his second lesson. "How about we take a short break," Garak suggested, rising to pour them some tea.

"Nu tanw a-yes."

The sound of the teapot clattering on the table was loud in the small room. Garak looked over his shoulder at Julian, still sitting on the sofa in his quarters as if he hadn't a care in the world. "Excuse me?"

"A-yes visf'i tar-vu."

"Technically, visf'i isn't correct it should-- Where did you learn that?"

Julian rose off the sofa, seduction radiating from every pore. He slid his hands up Garak's chest, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "A-yes'a aws moygevan. . . A-yes kin nu tunka."

Garak shuddered. The Kardasi Julian was saying was NOT anything that Garak had taught him. He nibbled Julian's neck, unable to resist the temptation in front of him.

"Kinat'i nu," Julian moaned.

Garak bit him lightly and Julian practically melted in his arms. He no longer cared where his lover had gotten the "extra" language lessons from, but he'd find the person and thank them - later - much later.

Garak scooped Julian up in his arms, the tea, the lessons. . . the outside world forgotten. "A-yes gae nu^s."

Julian smiled and whispered against Garak's lips. "Always, my narai, always."