‘What’s that for?’ - Odo asks as he enters the room lit by aromatic candles. - ‘I was told there’s a sexual harrassment in the making!’
‘It started since you entered the room, officer!’ - He said, as two got closer.
‘That’s not a joke matter, Quark!’ - Odo’s face hanged over him.
‘And I’m not joking either…’ - Said ferengi while wrapping around him and slap-grabbing his thin ass.
‘Quark?!’ - He cries.
‘For a metamorph, you have troubles pretending it doesn’t turn you on.’ He said, feeling it with his own hand,
‘I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t, Quark. But how’s that with your culture?’ Odo tried the last line of defence.
‘Rule of acquesition #25.’ Answered Quark. ‘When you are deep into the land, stop dreaming of seashells when there’s a tasty sausage nearby!’
‘You folks have rules for everything, I see.’ Said Odo, as fereingi started to pull down his throusers.
That night, Odo’s investigation got a weird symmetry to it, for the deeper he came, the more he learnt about himself. He dosed off stimulating Quark’s ears from behind. For this very moment he finally felt secure, and with a person who was his personal foe since cardassians… He hugged him tight. This little suspect needs a lot of work in the future.