"Seven of Rods down there seems to think so, too." Just look at that determination on his face - or don't, because Mulder's turning his head to kiss Scully's hairline. They could stay like this all day, and he wouldn't get enough of it; as soon as he got restless and needed to get up, some part of him would mourn the loss. "So, how many tarot cards did your sister make you memorize?"

He still doesn't quite believe Scully had any choice in the activity. It just seems so un-Scully.