"I wouldn't say that. I don't care to disparage their art; rather, I fear that I am a poor audience when I'm so easily distracted." Bashir nuzzles at the side of the Doctor's neck, pleased with the sounds he's making.

"Check in with me. Colour code." He wants the Doctor to suffer something terrible, but he doesn't want to actually hurt him. "There's half an hour left of this and the restaurant is practically next door."