"They are indeed a mystery," he agreed. They had caused him no end of trouble during the Occupation, a fact he still found terribly distasteful on the whole. If he could ever discover a way to harm them, he would. He believed he owed it to them.

Ah, there was the imperious creature that had greeted him his first day of awakening on the accursed island. Dukat smiled very slightly to himself as he moved at a more dignified pace toward the lift. "Has no one told you that good things come to those who wait, TARDIS?" he asked, the same way he often used to tease her when he intended to give her what she had asked, just not in the time frame in which she had demanded it. A pleased light shone in his pale eyes. How could he ever have forgotten this association? That, too, was a mystery.