"Half a Potion should be fine." Leaning forward and lightly plucking one from Reno's pocket, Rude forced himself to shift back, eyes watching as the water ran down his partner's neck. Quickly uncapping the bottle, he swallowed down half of it, feeling the wound heal as he did so. He then stuck the rest of the Potion back into Reno's pocket; he could be quite sly with his hands, when he wanted to be.

Raising an eyebrow at Reno's comment, Rude snorted slightly. "My apologies." Reaching into his pocket for a moment, the Turk paused and withdrew his hand. A trickle of light from the street had caught on Reno's wet hair, and Rude suddenly realized that he was still pretty close to his partner and that they were both still pretty high-strung from the bar and subsequent chase. "...Let me make it up to you."

Before Reno could really reply, Rude spun him around and pushed him back against the wall, kissing him with a rather complete lack of anything gentle.