A soft nod. That makes sense... even without the sad detail, Keith is the most reserved with his emotions, let alone physical affection. (And really, it's not like she's shared many kisses either, random shrubbery or otherwise.) Still, her own smile is steady, and her own blush as settled into something calmer but no less red. After all, the fact that Keith isn't scrambling to get out of this either is... nice.

"In that case..." A step towards him... and she presses a soft kiss to his cheek. "Merry Christmas, Keith."