The sweet scent of treats tickled his whiskers or was that soaped aroma of the woman his smitten with? "That look's a hot 'un." he pointed. "Smells delicious." His moustache covered the flash of a smirk at the wanted posters his little constable was circulating. 

Christ man, just take her into custody already! She's a bad girl.  

Never!  There was proper judicial process.