"You were never a lowly copper Greg. Even before this. You're so much more." He said firmly, staring at the man. "You are brilliant and you do your job so well. Yes sometimes you're out of your element and need Sherlock's help. But those are the odd cases."

He shook his head. "You're brave and steadfast. You're kind and guiding. And if I ever hear you say you're a lowly copper again, I'll kick your arse."

"No. Sherlock doesn't know any of this. Magic goes against everything he knows. I thought it best that I not share that part of my life with him."