Читаю тут фичочек «Bashir looked up at him and cautiously approached the o’wn. It made as if to turn its head but Garak applied sharp pressure with his knees and it steadied. He reached down a hand for Bashir to clasp and waited until he got the edge of his boot onto the girth-projection before lifting him with easy Cardassian strength. It took a bit of maneouvering but Bashir ended up seated right behind him, feeling a little unstable on the narrow saddle and not sure where to put his hands; there were no convenient handholds to steady himself.
“Put your arms around my waist,” Garak suggested...»

сначала Башир такой принцесска, боится злую riding hound, потом сама невинность, не знает куда руки свои деть