"Yeah, you're just the spirit of helpful concern," Crowley mutters - very slightly mollified, now, but still not exactly best pleased.

He sets his hat on his head, and puts his hands in his pockets.

At the door, he turns, and says:

"I persuaded Raguel that you were a good man. Here's your chance, Senator Tam. What matters now is what you do next."

He slips into the hallway, and is gone.