Not everyone responded to Rude's strange apologizing habit in a desirable way, so the question was shrugged off. Eh well. He tried, at any rate. Mildly unimpressed that the kid had tried to pass off the water as piss, Rude's eyebrows lifted a fraction in Reno's direction. What sorta dumbass would keep a glass of piss on the table at any rate? Shit. Didn't they teach proper taunts at school nowadays or something?

It didn't matter though, because his partner'd said those magic words. Risking a sidelong glance at Tseng - while he was indeed the 'boss' of the Turks, hardly did Tseng ever complain about he or Reno's extracurricular dispense of beatings. ...Yet somehow it didn't hurt to at least pretend to care.

Wrapping his fingers around the lip of the small tavern table, Rude heaved. The table didn't upend, but skittered across the floor with a loud series of squeaks and clangs. Now that the obstruction between he and the silver-haired kid was out of the way, the tall Turk went into action, lifting his balled fist in preparation to strike.