"Garak, you don't even listen to what I say!"
"It isn't true, my dear Julian, I am listening carefully and follow your instructions."
The doctor winced painfully again.
"I thought you have a sense of rhythm."
"Oh, I do! And I can assure you, you will feel that soon. Just let me get into the beat."
Julian exhaled.
"And yet I still don't know, how did you manage to persuade me? It would be much easier if you were taught to dance by the hologram. And safer — for my feet for sure."
Garak made a wry face.
"If not for your persistent striving to introduce me to the Earth culture in response to my modest attempts of enlightenment in the field of literature and good taste, such a situation wouldn't have arisen at all."
"So it was me treading on my own fingers?"
"In a certain sense, yes."
Julian rolled up his eyes.
"Oh, just fine."
"Show patience. There are many ways to give a demonstration of the sense of rhythm, doctor. But we are just friends."