He was a detective, so reading people and having a good grasp on who and what they were was an important part of his job.
Which is perhaps why he liked Phryne so much.
To the average person, Phryne was pure glitter - glamorous and elegant, with an appreciation for the finer things in life, a woman who took her pleasures and wasn’t apologetic about it.
To others, Phryne was pure gold - someone who fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves, her kindness and generosity knew no bounds, she was fierce and loyal, brave and undeterred.
“Will you join us for dinner tonight Jack?” Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.
“Of course Miss Fisher,” he answered and saw her pleased smile; yes, Phryne Fisher was a complicated woman, but he liked that, for in his eyes, she was both glitter and gold and completely priceless.