Numbers just sort of looks at Norton with a quizzical expression.

"With the dogs?" he asks. It takes him a minute to put the pieces together. He tilts his head to the side, brow furrowing deeply. "Oh. Wait. You're--uh. Y'know, um--?"

He waves his hands around in an incomprehensible manner, then gestures towards Norton. For some reason, Numbers hadn't picked up on the cues. As if Norton hadn't jokingly called him butch the other day, but listen, when you're in the mob, it's not like you get a lot of exposure to this kind of lingo. Even if Numbers, himself, prefers the company of other men.