Daysha took a bite of the cake. What followed were sounds normally found in bedrooms... but this time it was an appreciation of decadent chocolatey goodness. And frosting. "My god."
"Up to scratch?" Daysha shook her head, at the captain doubting herself. "Oh hell I have no doubts about that..." Taking another bite and verbally savoring it again. "At all!"
So maybe the crabby cop did have a weakness, chocolate.