He bends his head a little, taking pity on her. Even with the inevitable slump in his shoulders, it's still a stretch, after all. A first kiss in the house - he doesn't want to think about this, but it comes to mind anyway. Step by step, he's planting his flag in this place.

When he breaks it, it's to suggest, "We could move to Van Nuys. Make some movies."

There's a waggle in his brow. Imagine the world where you still have to move to California if you want to make pornography - or the possibility of convincing Scully of joining him on any such jaunt. It's impossible, ridiculous.