"You know just how to sweet-talk me." Scully going out on a limb might be the sexiest thing he's had reason to ponder in a while, and he's had no shortage of options lately. She's thinking over it hard, looking at him like maybe he'll have the answer to whatever's troubling her about the cards; if he weren't so interested in what comes next, he'd lean over and kiss her.

He probably does have the answers, all the connective tissue, but right now, he doesn't have enough to know what context she lacks. His best guess is something to do with the victims. This far from the experience, having seen far worse in his time as a federal agent, he can think of those poor kids with a little more distance than he could back when he was seventeen. It makes it easy to nudge her along. "Tell me everything."