Reno kept his gaze locked on Rufus as the other man spoke. His stance was perfectly still, defiant. Reno had never been fond of rules, and was even less so now that they were being quoted at him in a complete lack of context. This wasn't home. Things hadn't been the way they were when those rules were written for along time now. And no matter what he'd like to think, Rufus wasn't the President of anything in this place. There is no "company" here.
"You can't be serious," he replied, his voice calculatedly flat so as not to betray the nervousness that threatened to seep into him as he thought about the meaning of that last line. When you quit the Turks, you quit breathing. That was a concept very well pounded into his head from the day he joined. He wouldn't be at all surprised if Rufus intended to uphold it, dumb as that would be in this case.
"I'm the only Turk you've got here, and you're going to pull that shit on me? The only person here who's loyal to you?" He moved forward, his hands landing on the edge of the table opposite Rufus as he stared the man in the eye. "And don't you fucking dare say I'm not. Anyone who's put up with as much shit from you as I have and doesn't hate your fucking guts is loyal." He paused just a second to let that sink in before continuing. "And now you're saying if I have a love life you don't happen to agree with, it negates everything else? That I don't have a choice about anything? I have no intention to quit, but like hell I'm going to stand here and let you tell me I'm not a person, not now, not here, not after everything. That's not the way things are and you know it." He shifted his weight back off the table without stepping back, and shifted his gaze off to the side.
"You know, I thought you were reasonable. I thought having stuck by you for fucking years would count for something. I thought maybe somewhere in that cold soul of yours you actually gave a damn about me." I thought you were better than your father. He looked at Rufus with eyes that betrayed a lot of anger, a little fear, and more than a little hurt. "...maybe I was wrong."