"If you get arrested, I don't know you."
"Love you too," -- OohLookShiny
Sam had to remind herself to keep watching the street. "No you don't," she said. "There's no non-vocal indicators in your general behaviour, and you have a complete lack of interest in anything I say that's not crime-scene related."
Behind her, at the distance of plausible deniability, Frank kept twiddling with the lock. "It's metaphorical love, Sanguine."
"So... a lie." Sam checked the other way without making it look like she was checking the other way. She checked her watch for verisimilitude. "And not acting."