When I was at Cranwell, one of my female colleagues consistently faked injury to avoid a bit of walking in the rain, and on one occasion I came back to my basha to find that she had occupied it due to hers having fallen down, it is my regret that I was a naive young lad and turfed her out in to the rain so I could get some rest, rather than notice that a little cuddle may have made her (and maybe me) feel better
A few years later, I bumped in to her again, she was a successful and accomplished controller....
Everyone has more than one side, its not all black and white. Horses for courses and all that. Even Guy Gibson was referred to as "the boy emperor" by his squadron and eventually sent on a bonds tour of the US to avoid him sleeping with everyone else's wife.
Nobodys perfect.