Aziraphale jumped at Crowley's voice, dropping the parcel. "No," he said quickly, since he wasn't hiding it, only from Uriel and what was the likelihood of her in their room? Still. He silently damned himself* (half for dropping the gifts, and half for freezing like he had, but it was pink tartan knit, and he'd never live down the mocking if he had shown Crowley it), and knelt to pick them back up, looking for one of the flowered socks and not up at Crowley.

*Er, not literally.