This, Irahl can do. He's had this conversation often enough. As unpleasant as it is every time, at least he's the one who put himself here to have this conversation. For once, he has only been strong-armed into it by the situation at large, and not an individual or institution.

So, it's said much the same way he would give any report. There's only a shift of his weight from one foot to the other and slight rounding of his shoulders to show his discomfort.

"I'm full-blooded. There is no percentage of me that is human."

He lets a small pause sit, as this news had apparently been unbelievable to Vincent. His brother may not be the same way, but Irahl still wants to give the statement a beat of space, just long enough to sit before he further explains.

"He probably mentioned I was born in a lab." And if not, there it is. "But, I'm stuck in this form. I can't transform."

And then he waits, quietly braced.