It's a fair question, one he wants to give its due. Reaching for her hands, he moves them away from the buttons; if they're going to do this, he wants to be the one undressing her. He wants everything he can have right now, everything Scully's willing and able to give. And as her shirt opens, revealing her breasts and the hard swell of her stomach, it's easy to answer.

"It's a new look," he tells her, sliding the fabric back from her shoulders, "but I have to say, Scully, it works for you."

Even if it didn't, he thinks he'd still want her right now. Any way he can get closer to her, he'll take.