His eyes wavered for a moment at the things she began to list off. However he was still being a hard headed youngster. He stood with arms behind his back, ever the Starfleet captain in the Dominion War uniform. She'd mentioned some important things, but he knew one thing that might still bring up the emotion he would need to see in her eyes. "Dax, son of Kang."
He remembered when the three Klingon elders had come to his station, and Jadzia had decided to go off on her vendetta, blood oath be damned! He might have expected that out of Curzon, the man was almost a Klingon in Trill skin. But Jadzia, she was not a killer, that's what his heart always told him. However, when she'd come back after hunting the Albino... it killed a small part of him. He looked at her with those eyes he'd used when she'd returned, looking for the same emotions as when she'd left, and returned.
At least he isn't demanding she slice her hand :p
He remembered when the three Klingon elders had come to his station, and Jadzia had decided to go off on her vendetta, blood oath be damned! He might have expected that out of Curzon, the man was almost a Klingon in Trill skin. But Jadzia, she was not a killer, that's what his heart always told him. However, when she'd come back after hunting the Albino... it killed a small part of him. He looked at her with those eyes he'd used when she'd returned, looking for the same emotions as when she'd left, and returned.