[Rumlow actually wasn't particularly interested in a penis measuring contest, not in the state of mind that he was in now. He wanted focus and drive again, a meaning to his life after losing everything to an entity that he didn't entirely understand. He knew it was destructive, which could have been some kind of metaphor for humanity as a whole, but he wasn't that kind of thinker.

And he was fine with those being their questions. As much as learning about another person might benefit him in future, moping at the blood continuing to soak his chin took priority.

At the question, he snorted and gave the other guy a once over. Could hold his own in a fight, he decided.]

I hold my own leash unless you've earned the right to hold it and better... letting me loose from it to do your orders.

[Well, since they were on the questions, he paused in scrubbing at his chin with a sleeve and considered for a moment.]

What makes you fight?