"I'd really rather you didn't give a long speech and blow yourself up during this." He brings the kit over to the bed and sits facing Crais and smiles while he's being a miserable little shit. "The Doctor and I worked rather hard on renovation and I'm not ready to repaint."

What? Was that not what he was talking about?

Unzipping the kit, Bashir pulls out a bottle of lube and a sealed and sterile collection of sounds.