Bashir settles into a plush, oversized seat and tugs the Doctor into place. He fits just right on his lap, with an arm around him, gently rubbing along his spine.

He might've planned to be somewhat more difficult during the show, but it's genuinely beautiful. Strange dance, surprisingly non-sexual for the City, and beautiful. The only time he 'bothers' the Doctor is during a brief intermission where he insists on playing with the remote a little. Look, there are multiple settings!

"I really should've just programmed one to go at random, so I could watch the show." A pause. "And watch the dancers."