Rocky looked worried. He hadn’t been hired for his dress sense, and certainly not for his grasp of colloquial Middle Class.
‘You’re quite a lot forward already,’ he opined.
‘I meant make me look like a fast woman!’
‘Ah, right,’ said Rocky, getting there. ‘No. Def’initly not.’
‘Really?’
'Sure. No one could run much in a dress like dat.' (TT)