Rude doesn't intend to give the title any more meaning than the best possible word to describe whatever they were. He isn't trying to complicate either of their jobs, but it's been made clear that whatever it was, they both wanted to keep doing it.

His croissant is embarrassingly small, and it vanishes in a couple bites followed by sips of coffee. He can tell there are things that aren't being said due to the location, and he should have expected as much. They could have gone to his apartment from the start had he had the foresight. There was also the safe house where Tseng's dead body had been, but that was out of the question.

"My apartment isn't far," he responds quickly, tossing his empty coffee container after he stands. The walk isn't far, but as he's unlocking the door, he wonders if maybe the inside would be disappointing for someone of Rufus' caliber. All the same, it's too late now, so he pushes open the door to his modernly decorated and overly organized home. "Make yourself comfortable."