[Secretly, he's delighted that he managed to hit on the cause of this minor fussing so easily. It's nice to know he hasn't lost his ability to read people.

But he also makes the decision to steer away from suits for now. It's been a long time since there's been anyone in his life he could call a friend — Leonardo might've been the last, several centuries ago — but he likes Ray, and they get along, and isn't going to fuck it up by bringing unnecessary jealousy into the mix.]

You never know, maybe a few more handsome gay blokes were kidnapped and you've just not run into them yet.

[He wanders off slightly to where the ties turn to bowties, not far enough that he's out of ear shot, he's just scrutinizing the patterns, wondering if he ought to buy some for Aziraphale.]

What's your type? I can always point someone your way.

[His grin suggests he's teasing, but in a friendly way, rather than an unkind one.]