Garak placed his hand down on top of the doctor's, preventing him from withdrawing. "A risky move," he commented, intrigued by Bashir's choice.

"So you have played this game before."

"Once or twice," he replied nonchalantly.

Bashir grinned. "Tinker, tailor, grand master, spy?"

"Hardly."

"A lie?"

This time it was Garak who grinned, that familiar glint in his eye. "I would never lie to you, my dear doctor."

"You're lying right now."

"Am I?" he asked innocently.

"You are."

"I do so enjoy our games. Truly, I do." He removed his hand.

"I'll have your queen in three moves."

"Doubtful."