Irahl is happy that Vincent has found whatever he'd been looking for, and he's even happier to not be asked another question. Vincent is the person who he minds talking with the least, but it's still an effort to verbally navigate anything more complicated than the idiocy they lob back and forth while drinking.

This seems like a good place to let things settle, and he's sure the forest would love to get back to its own songs uninterrupted.

But he can't let Vincent get away that easily.

"--Your turn. Excited to swim tomorrow?"