"Cute is not something that I would consider a compliment on my world. At least, not when directed to me."
To a young Cardassian female child, perhaps. But to a grown man who'd served in the Obsidian Order? Cute was definitely not a means of flattery.
Garak raised one of his brow ridges at the man's understanding of the Andorians. That had shocked him. Really! He knew the Andorians but not the Cardassians? How horribly embarrassing for his people and their Empire.
"You are correct. They are blue with antennae. How did you know?"
Of course, his question was ignored by the Captain who had instead found something more intriguing to talk about. Or to touch about, as was better fitting the situation. Garak didn't flinch when the man closed the gap and brought them chest to chest, but when he touched the ridges on his face, Garak began to feel a little ... intruded upon. But, much to his sudden relief, Hart stepped away. And Garak thanked the Prophets or whatever was out there that he had attempted to caress his neck scales. That was something he didn't know if he'd be able to so easily step away from.
Garak crossed his arms over his chest and turned to face the man, now sitting upon his counter. He couldn't argue with one thing. The man was amusing.