As Irahl leaves, patrons of the bar slowly migrate back into the wide berth of space that was abandoned at his presence. People whisper to one another, friends exchange meaningful glances. But with this being dinner time, new people will soon be walking up to the bar who don't realize a terrifying specter of death was just there, and the scene will return to normal.

Back at the table, Vincent's tipped his head back and closed his eyes, one arm propped up on the back of the booth seating to either side of him. It kind of looks like he's sleeping, but he's just listening. Taking a moment to enjoy not being bothered by his own body. He pops his head back up when Irahl speaks, and snorts in response.

"Really, man? C'mon..." He's entertained, but... "If you don't like her, you can just say it..."