Raguel grins hopefully; narrowed eyes rarely mean anything good, but if Crowley can see him that's probably a step forward.

It's an awkward position that he's in, but it won't bother him unless he chooses to allow it. Crowley has remained where he is for long enough that Raguel is starting to suspect that he's not an illusion. His eyes roam just a little farther afield than Crowley's face.

Everything still checks out. The hope in his expression grows.