You: There can’t be any harm in me putting my arm around you.
She: Sh-h-h!
(The captain passes them in the darkness, muttering “Nice evening, folks.” She is frightened, and as you put your arm around her again she does not object.)
You: What harm could there be in it?
She: I wish you’d——
You: Come on, put your face up.
(Kiss her.)
She (bursting into tears): I tell you Joe would kill you.
You: Say, kid, what makes you so sure?
She: What do you mean?