Standard? Standard for who? Rude frowns, barely able to keep his commentary to himself. There's being insubordinate for the sake of doing the right thing, or helping Tseng despite his protest. Doing so because he doesn't like the plan laid out for no other reason than optics was not excusable grounds for complaints, so he clenches his jaw shut to keep quiet on the matter. He'll do what needs to be done, as he always does.

Wrestling was something he worked on in his free time, but he was hoping there was the possibility this might be more of a mixed martial arts variety of fighting ring. He should have known, though. With names like that and costumes as flashy as the ones in the files, he really should have seen this coming.

Just like he should have seen Tseng coming at him to grab his tie. He's practically cheek to cheek with him before his reflexes catch up. Rude isn't sure whether he likes the part Tseng will be playing in this operation of theirs. It might have been better to know he'd be leaving Rude to fend for himself until he got to the target, but again, it was entirely about the optics of wrestling in that abomination while Tseng enjoys the fight from the sidelines. He can foresee it already.

"Understood." His eyes do see the marks and bruising left behind from close up. The underside of Rude's jaw is still in a similar state if anyone ever looked close enough. Rude sighs, still scowling as he puts his hands gently around Tseng's neck to verify there hadn't been anyone else choking him, and when the bruises fit his fingerprints like a glove, he lowers his hand, nodding. "I'll do it."