Julian took the sleeve of the tunic in hand. The fabric was enticingly soft. He reached out and took hold of the other, judging the fit.

"You like it?" Garak asked.

"Yes. Yes, I do," the doctor admitted immediately.

"Then it's yours."

Julian shot a glance over his shoulder. "I couldn't possibly-"

"I insist."

He paused, considering. Then he turned his attention back to the garment. The color and style were most appealing. For a split second, he imagined himself wearing it. "It almost looks as if it were made for me."

"My dear doctor," Garak replied wistfully. "It was."