If you don't, it'll look suspicious.

I got my suspicions already.

You're framin' somethin' up." There was no mistaking his innuendo, and Saxon felt her cheeks flaming.
"Get onto yourself, Bert," Billy reproved.
"Shut up!" Mary added the weight of her indignation.

"You're awfully raw, Bert Wanhope, an' I won't have anything more to do with you--there!" She withdrew her arms and shoved him away, only to receive him forgivingly half a dozen seconds afterward.
"Come on, the four of us," Bert went on irrepressibly.

"The night's young.