Post, take 3. Please forgive the EPIC FAIL.
Reno was all set to completely ignore whatever Mr. High and Mighty had to say, up until the word "Turk," which almost made him spit out his coffee.
"What did you call me, now?" Reno was not a Turk, and had never been a Turk. He'd been offered the position, yes, but he turned it down, and Rufus might be bitter about that (if he even really thought about it, given that he wasn't the one in charge at the time), but for Rufus to randomly call him one was nothing short of bizarre. He had not the faintest idea what that was supposed to mean.
Maybe the man was delusional in the mornings before the coffee hit. Who knew? He smirked a little at the thought.
"I'm not a Turk," he commented, deciding he may as well set the poor, confused boss man straight (though taking it and running with it might have been fun too). "Told you guys 'no,' remember? Like, years ago." He sipped his coffee and waited for Rufus' reaction to the statement.