Vincent certainly wouldn't have minded a pat on the shin, but Irahl's words also seem to do the trick. Some of the weight of his thoughts ease off and his expression turns to a smile, even if his mood is being lifted by the idea of his Robin's future suffering.

"Let's both do it," he suggests, no hesitation, "So he knows he's got nowhere to run."

He abruptly gives up on sorting the rest of his pile of papers in favor of slumping down further into his couch and settling in for whatever's left of his evening.