Irahl settles into a similar state as he returns to his leaned-back-in-his-seat state of relaxation instead of the usual hunkered-over-his-drink variety, though it doesn't register in his conscious mind as much as it does for Vincent. He's content to free himself from the responsibility of thinking about anything specific at all, now that he knows they're going to continue sitting there for at least the duration of Vincent's new drink.

"Better clientele too," he comments, as he doesn't have quite the warm feelings toward the throngs of humanity as Vincent does. Then, after a beat, he steers slightly closer to the present world than the imaginary one formed by their joking. "...Still think you should open a new branch."

It's an old topic from space-jail that Vincent might have thought Irahl had been drunkenly joking about at the time, but he'd always been drunkenly serious. He genuinely thinks Vincent would make a wonderful bartender.