Nor would he be the one to tell her. Though he felt he owed her - well, at least Ezri. He'd never much gotten to know Jadzia - to do what he could to make sure it didn't come to pass here.

If that meant strangling Dukat the moment his slimey trail appeared on deck, well. So much the better.

But he still had to take a moment, and then he covered quickly.

"I hardly expected to see you again in a Klingon wedding dress! I was, after all, not precisely an invited guest." He said it without malice, smiling.

"Still, I believe that garment looks far better on you than on most Klingon brides. Not that I've seen many. Still, Mr. Worf is an exceedingly lucky Klingon."

A little bit of flattery, expertly applied - right out in the open, in this case, where it could be appreciated - never hurt.