Hey, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't just a little proud of Irahl for accepting the praise at all. It's certainly not Vincent's first impulse. It's not a comparison he lingers on for very long, though, because he's presented instead with the opportunity to make fun of his brother.

"Could see him managing one of those polite claps, like at a dinner party," Vincent muses, leaning back on his arms again while Irahl starts packing up, "But his face'd be exactly the same way through. Just--"

And then for a second he makes the face and does the clap he's talking about, mimicking his brother's stern, neutral expression with an unsettling likeness. But then it disappears and it's back to Vincent, with his easier smile and very informal posture.

"But nah, I think he'll be impressed. He's a gun guy."