If Vincent had been in a state to have kept his weight better centered over Irahl, maybe had room to spread out and brace himself, or even been fighting on the floor instead of a mattress, Irahl would have had a much harder time flipping him. Even so, Irahl still feels pretty cool turning the tables like this.

See, he knew he'd had this under control.

It's with this little boost of ego that he does set into trying to beat up his friend for letting him get here.

He lets go of Vincent's arm, which is maybe not the smartest thing he could do, but in this moment he feels like it serves him better to have room to work with. He can sit back a little, knock Vincent's arms aside as they come for him, and choose his shots.

This is the theory, anyway. Whether or not it actually pans out is a completely different story. Some dark corner of his mind remembers that this kind of thing had once led to him trying to strangle Vincent, shortly followed by everything that had happened afterward.

The rest of his mind is busy thinking about how much fun he's having, though. He's finally riding on a good adrenaline high now, looming over Vincent and trying hard not to growl, because he can tell if he slips up now, he won't be able to make sure that it comes out as a human-adjacent sound.