To Irahl's credit, Vincent's logic is pretty winding. It's a complicated topic and he's chewing very inefficiently on several ideas at once. Some part of Irahl's explanation seems to land, though, and Vincent nods and grumbles in agreement.

"Yeah, that's a good point. Gotta have a level head, huh?"

It looks like this puts his busy thoughts to rest, at least enough for him to smile and walk in idle silence for a minute or two. It may be a surprise when he suddenly reaches over to get an arm around Irahl, clapping him on the far shoulder.

"Hey bud, you feel like headin' back yet? Or do you wanna wander around an' see if we can find another drink?"