Primo's eyes briefly followed Bela, but they soon enough fell back to his food. It was almost finished, and Primo took the last large tentacle and chewed on it. He raised his glass when Jak raised hers, and knocked back the kanar. "Cardassians, before the war, would have made a wonderful challenge for you. The Obsidian Order was easily the equal to the Tal Shiar and lightyears ahead of Starfleet Intelligence and Klingon Intelligence." He mused, looking at the dregs in his glass. "And their mating rituals are very stimulating." The augment smirked, and then gave an amused grunt as pleasant memories swam in his mind.