At some point it's going to become evident that he's just providing Tseng with more amusement and not going to end with Rude having his way. His way being the thing that is CLEARLY for Tseng's own good. He feels like a nagging mother trying to sooth a child whose love language is violence. Sure he might be bigger and stronger than Tseng, but there was a reason the man was in charge of the Turks, and he's making a show of reminding Rude of that.

Obviously this isn't worth asserting his dominance over, and Rude doesn't want to submit when he's so concerned for Tseng's health that he's willing to knock him out over it...But the slighter man comes at him like a bat out of hell and he's ready to throw in the towel to prevent any more damage to his ribs. Tseng is worth fighting, but maybe not that worth it. Maybe this was doing its part to tire him out? He could only hope.

He topples back with the weight of his superior on him, his elbow flying at Tseng's face purely out of reflex to try to get some space between them before arms and legs clamp down. Rude gets him in the jaw, but Tseng is impossible to derail now. There's no way to escape. "Alright, alright. You win." Rude goes limp against the floor of the office just to prove he's not going to fight him anymore.