[ No, no, no, no, no. Even if his eyes widen a little, betraying the fact that Rumlow asking about someone else is hitting closer to the truth, Jefferson has no intention of budging and letting Kenzi's name slip out of his mouth. So he recovers, doubling down. ] I can't think of anyone who'd want an insincere apology.

[ Time to back up another step. ] Good, then. You go about your business, I go about mine. [ He's hoping the implicit promise that he'll leave Rumlow to his own plans and devices will be enough to win some kind of truce. Let Rumlow be a problem for others, as long as he and his people are left alone. ]