Not purposely accidentally gay at all.
The slight furrow of the eyebrows was all the indication she got that this line of questioning was confusing him. In stark contrast against his, her face was awash with waves of emotions, transitioning seamlessly from one to the other, but he had trouble reading them beyond the very basic, familiar expression he could associate with fear.
"You live here?" he asked slowly, glancing over his shoulder before fixating his cold, hardened stare onto her eyes. He wasn't seated completely facing her - always vigilant, always ready, always that one step closer to the nearest exit than anyone else in the room - which was about the only thing that made his presence slightly less imposing.
"That's... my jacket. My ex-partner's has a different serial number."