'I am a servant of the law, not its master.'
That's what he told her and he meant it. It didn't mean he was oblivious or uncaring to the fate of doomed homosexuals like Charles and Bobby. But it wasn't his business and he couldn't change the law, no matter how established the accused were in society. Now society opinion was a different matter. A lot people in society accepted these men for who they were, Jack being one of them. He didn't have to know Miss Fisher for very long to know that she would naturally champion the underdog. The men in question didn't deserve to be punished, he agreed but he couldn't tell her that. He could hint around it, she was sharp enough to take a hint. The question for him was, could he turn a blind eye to it in the investigation? Normally he would say no but...
He took another forkful of Mr Butler's wondrous gratin. It was a shame she hadn't taken anything seriously since 1918. She had the makings of a brilliant police officer. Unorthodox, undisciplined but highly instinctual, not to mention devastating in the right doses. She just needed to tone it down somewhat. She was a loose cannon, no wonder she had to strike out on her own, no police force would have her.
He grinned ruefully at the finished dish, hoping for more. Moments like these didn't come around often and he could still feel the tingle down his spine when he daringly leaned forward and accepted a bite from her fork. Like a hopeful spaniel. He didn't like the idea of being anyone's hopeful spaniel, but the woman could really grow on a belaboured member of the police force.