[He's going to throw himself back into the pond. It can't be worse than enduring one of the more awkward hugs of his existence, though he does at least give Ray a light pat on the back, just to not be completely rude.

His mouth opens to say something about the presents, but it turns into a bark of laughter at needing more light in his life.]

Oh, mate, it's far too late for me with all that. No amount of religious paraphernalia will make the Almighty love me again.

[So! That's the tea on that.

In the spirit of turnabout being fair play, Crowley gives Ray a condescending pat on the chest, before stepping back.]

I'll leave you to your brownies, hm? We can have a chat in a few days when you're feeling more yourself.