The Daimon is an idiot. He is in so much of a galaxy of hurt. When my brother gets his claws on him he will beg to be eaten just to avoid the alternative. I tried, I really did. But I'm bound by oath to not go into details and the Daimon just had too much latinum in his eyes to see clearly. That is if my brother is still alive. If he's not I could be in another round of trouble...

As for my Starfleet "protection." I have never stalked with a more useless officer in my life. There we are, stripped naked and chained to the wall in a Ferengi brig and all she can find the time for is to bitch me out for my crush on her prospective boyfriend. She doesn't even seem the slightest bit concerned about her cubs. That's what we get for letting Romulans into Starfleet. I'll have to look more closely at her motives for getting close to the Captain. That is how Romulans advance in their hierarchy, isn't it? Snuff the superior? Well you'll get to Captain Lee over my dead corpse bitch! And once the court martial is done with you you'll wish you'd never come onboard his ship with your sinister little Romulan plots! And should she raise a hand against Captain Lee I swear I'll fix her most permanently with my own claws and spread her bloodied entrails throughout the entire quadrant. DIE LERA DIE!

AHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....