"Oh yeah...?" Vincent asks, honestly curious until he has a couple of seconds to catch the tone in Irahl's voice. "...I'll do that. An' I assume if he tries to pass it off as nothin' I've got it on good authority that it's somethin', yeah?"

He plays a card, he drinks his drink. He barely notices that there are people around them. Visitors will continue to filter in and out, with new people inevitably stopping to get a look at the two massive guys in the corner here and there, but the nice thing about not having eyes anymore is that most of that flies right under his radar these days.