Yet another moment where Irahl is extremely grateful that Vincent is not literally any other person that he has ever met. There's nothing to bristle against here. He can just... kind of bristle to himself as a phantom reaction to needling that hasn't happened, and no one has to know about it (aside from any patrons who have been keeping tabs on the two giant best friends out of the corner of their eye).

Even without direct awkwardness actually cornering him anywhere, Irahl still sees an out in the form of humor and casually dives for it.

"--Ice," he says with mock-certainty, finishing Vincent's thought. "Got it."