It's what I want most. [He smiles at her sincerity and traces her cheek with his fingertips. Helping her--having her accept his help--is what he's wanted even before the mistletoe; being needed is important to him. He needs someone to need him.] Ah... no, that was a lie. What I want most is to kiss you.
[Unless she protests (and he doesn't think she will), he's going to do just that.]