[Oh, he knows. Whether or not he'll actually say anything about it remains to be seen, but let's be honest with ourselves; who wouldn't enjoy kissing Fox Mulder?

The slap was quite convincing though. It didn't surprise him, really, but it hurt. With a world-weary sigh, Mulder let her wrist free and took a few steps back, because he didn't particularly want to meet under the mistletoe a second time.]

Because I'm entirely in control of my actions, right? Feel better now?

[Mulder rubbed at the red mark on his cheek irritably. Honestly. Slapping him, twice.]