[He snorts in amusement, wishing he could explain to Ray how ridiculous that notion is. Even if he wasn't keeping it a secret, he doubts Ray would understand it right now, or believe him, with... whatever this is.]

Sure, ta. Avery's got a sweet tooth like nothing else, he'd appreciate the sweets. Tell Ellie a Merry Christmas for me, will you?

[Maybe he'll send her a text, later, to check that she's alright.

Rather than linger too long, he simply graces Ray with a mocking little salute, then turns on his heel to get the fuck out of here. He needs to have a lie down.]