You cannot tell me that this never happened, whilst the Dominion was forming an alliance with the Breen Confederacy. -
Weyoun: …That is essentially it. So, Thot Gor, have you anything you wish to ask me?
Thot Gor: …adfcghrcrthcryhcruy?
Weyoun: Oh, pardon me?
Thot Gor: stycfcgfcyffgh…vyugvg.
Weyoun: Ah! Yes, of course. *Smiles warmly and leans forward*
Thot Gor: *Gently presses his hand into the crown of the Vorta’s hair*
Weyoun: Mmhm.
Thot Gor: ftfccfcygfvfbbgg.
Weyoun: Yes, friends of the Dominion rarely expect it to be so coarse, but the the springiness usually curbs their disappointment.
There is a ruddy good reason why the Vorta have been shaped into such bright eyed, cuddly looking creatures. You can bet your bottom dollar that the Breen (as well as darn near every alien people, who have become allies of the Dominion) just think that Weyoun is the most exotic, cute little flesh cake they have ever seen. I like to think that Thot Gor probably just patted Weyoun once, with his permission and was satisfied. Thot Gor’s men, on the other hand, continue to sneak around behind the only Vorta they have ever seen. They try to prod him and bat at his hair and ears, before he can look round. Receiving strokes and pats has all become part of deplomacy for Weyoun, however, so he never even bats an eyelid at the situation. Damar finds it irritating, because it is probably the sort of behaviour that Dukat was exhibiting, when he saw his first Weyoun.
Damar: Weyoun, we-…*frowns at a Breen soldier, tiptoeing up behind Weyoun, reaching out a finger, trying to reach around and bop him on the nose* Um…Sorry, can we help you?
