Bashir looked at his secretive acquaintance with pure contempt.

"Agent Sloane, if you carry forward with this mission of genocide against the Founders, you will be starting a new genetic arms race, violating the very moral fabric of the Federation, making potential targets out of all who crafted the virus, reducing us all to the vile, base level of The Dominion's terrorist tactics..."

Sloane raised a finger, interrupting him.

"...annnnnd, Loving It!"