If Kitty knew that John thought she was cute, she probably would've laughed before asking if he was serious. Hey, he wasn't too bad looking either and she had to admit there was a little wee bit of sexual tension between them, but she tried not to think about it. After all, he was younger than her (but really, she didn't care that much) as she had told him countless times, and she had put so much time and effort into disliking him that she couldn't imagine her giving up all that in a gesture that would make him think the opposite.
She wrinkled her nose as she felt his finger touch her forehead, reaching out her own hands to grasp a little bit of his cheek. "Aww, still got your baby fat? You know, it's almost endearing, John." Kitty cooed like she would to a baby while wishing she had another sweater because suddenly it was just a little more chilly in the room.