"Commander Drask of the Klingon Defence Force," was the response, of course.
"Let's get a couple of things straight," Drask said with his sexy voice, "before we get into the whole diplomatic thing. One, the I.K.S. Dreadnought is the finest ship in the quadrant, and if you even try to make a move against me, she'll blow up whatever ship you're standing on before you can say 'fire torpedos."
Dukat said nothing, gesturing for him to continue, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Two, some strange anomaly brought me here, so don't be like that angry friend of yours and accuse me of trespassing, because I'm not. Even if I had intentionally entered your 'territory', I don't give a damn what you think about it.
"And three, I just generally don't give a damn what you think."
Six seconds passed in silence.
"Is that all? Are you finally done your little rant?"
"Yeah."
"Good." Dukat smiled again, but it wasn't a friendly smile anymore. "I would be a poor host if I didn't invite you inside. Come to Terok Nor, and we can talk some more."
Drask shook his head. "Not likely."
"I insist." His eyes glowed. "Come to the space station. It's huge and hard to miss. You'll find it. I look forward to seeing you!"
The screen faded to black.