Irahl is happy to take this win and call it good. What he said was true, after all. So, he lifts his glass to silently return the gesture even if Vincent can't see it, and takes an appreciative sip of what is apparently his favorite drink.

He's hoping that he can settle right back into the buzzed lull that he'd slipped into before, and not think about much aside from whether or not they're going to get another round of greasy bar snacks.