Kicking ass and being open about his kinks and sexuality with a stranger are two very different things. One of which he does with most of his time for work. The latter, he's only ever entertained in his thoughts. So the fact that Zoro plays along does help encourage him to loosen up. They're both here because it can't be helped, really, and so they both have some kind of incentive to pass their time as painlessly as possible.

"Yeah," he answers, his eyes combing over exposed skin before he glances at all of the toys at their disposal. He picks up an electric massager and sets it back down. Rude doesn't want to ask about the scar, but doesn't want to make things personal as he pushes Zoro to sit down on a chair he pulls closer.

"You look like someone I'd like to train with, if the circumstances were different." Rude's fingers comb through the front of his hair, gripping firmly but not enough to hurt in case Zoro isn't into that. "Does it still hurt? Your scar."