"Yeah," Irahl says in the same tone that he uses for when he's in either a comfortable mood or in a shady one.

What he doesn't say is that Vincent will probably discover that for himself first if his feet dangle down and hit the creepy pond weeds that grow in deeper water.

Then Irahl swooshes his arms in the water and easily glides away from his friend, swimming in the pretty-safe direction of running parallel to the shore. Vincent can putter around in place all he wants, but he's going to be left behind.

"--C'mon."