[ Ray still seems to notice nothing is off, not finding Crowley's behavior or reactions odd at all -- or if he does he certainly isn't showing it -- nor, for that matter, finding anything he said in the past five or so minutes out of line whatsoever. No doubt this entire visit will be completely mortifying to him tomorrow once he's back to normal.

As Crowley comes back into the house Ray casts a fussy, troubled look at his wet boots as he simply walks back in with them on, but Ray says nothing about it, lifting his eyes from the floor to the present being offered to him. ]

Oh, Crowley. [ Hand to his chest again, before he pulls the tie out. ] Oh, would you look at that.

[ He takes another few moments to admire it, feel the silk with his fingers and against his cheek, then he's standing to give Crowley a somewhat stiff, one-armed hug. Yeah, this will be weird tomorrow, or... whenever the next time they talk ends up being. ]

It's wonderful, thank you-- oh, and I have just the shirt to wear it with, too! Now I'm sorry I didn't get you both your own presents... maybe that'd have been more appropriate.? [ He looks conflicted, then pats Crowley's arm before stepping away. ] But I did pray on it, long and hard, and y'all could definitely use some more light in your life. I mean, like I can't even imagine, but Christmas is not the time of year to judge.