Irahl hasn't gotten to see much real bladework over the years, as it's usually more of a novelty in his line of work than a person's main line of offense, so the real demonstration hasn't truly begun before Irahl already finds himself a little impressed. Seeing Vincent heft the weapon around in the little apartment had been something, but yeah... out here where Vincent has all the room he could want is already much better.

He's in the in middle of watching the transformation before him and wondering what the other man looks like when putting his skills to use in actual combat, when Vincent suddenly turns into a dork again.

Irahl snorts.

"About as wide as you'd claimed that thing could cut through at once, so... no pressure."