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The suit is flattering, although it's not as good as it could have been. It's a shame, truly, that in his attempt to hide this particular hobby of his, the dear doctor has opted to replicate the suit, rather than getting one tailored for him. A greater shame is that this robbed Garak of the opportunity to properly dress him.
The computer has all of Julian's measurements, but tailoring is an art before all else. There's something to be said of the artist's eye, which is something that the computer can't replicate, even with specific instructions, and that is the reason why most clothes, aside from uniforms, are still made rather than replicated. Garak could have easily made a better job of it, and the process would have been much more enjoyable too. There’s a certain intimacy to be had with a proper fitting, but Julian has eluded his offers so far, much to Garak’s dismay, as there isn't truly much that can entertain him at the station. And the doctor is entertaining, if nothing else.
Still, even a replicated suit is far nicer than the atrocious uniforms that the Federation favors, making the doctor a lovelier sight than usual to glance at, which is saying something of such a handsome man. The rest of the fantasy is clearly ridiculous, not at all like the reality of what a spy might do, but at least he had the sense to dress properly while acting ridiculous. Garak has unfortunately been finding that he has gathered a rather increased tolerance for ridiculousness that comes in pretty packages, at least now that he has so few things in life that he can truly appreciate.
And if a pretty package happens to make him all the more tempting to unwrap, then all the better.