"Boy, that don't sound familiar at all," Vincent says sarcastically. He couldn't see the other guy's gesture, but he more-or-less imagined it anyway.

Then, with a bit of a chuckle, he starts feeling around in his pants pockets for something. These pockets are not quite as fathomless as the pockets of his signature coat, but the sheer scale of them still seems to attract a surprising amount of stuff.

"See, that sounds like the kinda place... Where people get mad at you if you walk through the wrong door in a museum, y'know?"

He finds what he's looking for and sets it halfway between the two of them. It's his deck of cards. He has a lot of fun just chatting with his buddy, but he figures having something to do might take a little of the pressure off of Irahl to keep a conversation going.