"I've heard. A cigarette-smoking teenager with rebellion on her mind." None of this is embarrassing to him, mostly because none of his youthful peccadilloes are currently on display for dissection. He's relaxed this morning, ready to waste the whole day just like this: teasing Scully, and maybe in the process, teasing out parts of her he didn't know existed. "I guess I pictured you as a pint-sized scientist at the same time, not a diviner of mystical secrets."

More importantly, the part that now has him on the hook: "So what made you the better psychic reader?"