"No no, I think this is a query worth delving into," she gushes, relishing the opportunity to dig at me. "You do seem to live alone in a junkyard despite being well within the age window where one would expect a man to be married or at least have a live-in girlfriend. And you seem adamant that I cannot stay out in the yard, and must stay with you instead. That doesn't exactly present a heterosexual image to the world, does it?"