"So Miss Fisher, it seems I've finally found your Achilles' heel…arachnophobia. How intriguing."

"Nonsense Jack, I just find them to be a nuance is all."

"Mmm, is that so."

Phryne turned to begin making her way to the house.

"What's that over there?" exclaimed Jack.

He lightly touched her shoulder causing her to jump practically into his arms. From out of nowhere a man with a camera snapped a photograph, the flash breaking their moment.

"What are you doing here? This is a crime scene, you need to leave the premise or I'll charge you with trespass." Jack scolded mostly upset at the broken moment between he and Miss Fisher.

Phryne reached up and put her finger to his lips urging him to stop, "Don't you know who that is Jack," she whispered. She could sense his lack of recognition, "That's Frank Barnes from the paper. I don't think we want them getting ahold of the story about a possible murder just yet do you?"

"No, certainly not."

"Then play along for a moment Jack."

Before I could argue or request to be read into her plan, she began posing for photos next to him for Mr. Barnes. "Smile, Jack" she said through gritted teeth.

Jack acquiesced for a moment and as he was about to challenge Mr. Barnes once again the man left, seemingly satisfied with the shots he had acquired of The Honorable Miss Fisher and her last boy toy.

"What was that all about Miss Fisher?"

"Throwing him a bone, if gossip shots was all he was after might as well play along and keep him from the possible murder plot."

Jack had only just realized that his arm was still around Phryne, it felt quite natural and when he looked up from his arm at her she didn't seem to be any rush to pull away from their close proximity. The moment ended when the pair heard Mr. Stanley calling for Miss Fisher. "Duty calls" she responded softly.