[That feels like a loaded question. A lot of what Rufus says always seems to carry more weight than what's obvious. Rude can't quite pick up on a motive, he's always been a difficult read, like Tseng. Even with the intensity of the eye contact, Rude is clueless about what could be going on in his head. His eyes are so blue. Like ice.]

Because I'm sure you're used to...nicer things. [He sticks with honesty. For better or worse.] Mr. President, please. [Rude only realizes he's teasing him after the selfish part.] I'm sure you would enjoy it in the end. I just don't know what you're used to.

[If this conversation is anything to go by, Rude suspects he likes to get under the skin and into the head of the people he takes to bed, because he's so damn good at it. He leans in close to Rufus' ear to whisper, unsure of who is listening.] I'm sure a time will come where we have to do those things. And I apologize in advance.