Irahl doesn't typically consider the laughter of others particularly contagious, but Vincent is an exception, of course. As the mental image successfully lands and cracks Vincent up, Irahl's soft, aimless chuckling just keeps going even though it sounds like it hurts.

"Thought he was sleeping until he called us wastrels."

The image itself is pretty funny, but the whole rest of the day--maybe beyond--is catching up with him all at once. He has been so careful since arriving in this inexplicable part of the world, a little bit of catharsis goes a long way.

Whether genuinely humorous or the morbid sort of absurd, it's all striking him as a little bit hilarious right now... even if the wincing is getting worse.