Dias didn't have the first idea of what Celes was doing. (Or, rather, why - what she was doing was fairly obvious even to someone with his limited experience.) He wasn't sure what his first reaction should have been to being kissed by the last woman he'd ever have expected as much from, though - thanks to her exasperated remark as she leaned in - what it actually turned out to be was a roll of his own eyes in return.

Women. It was probably just as well she was preventing him from saying it aloud.

Trying to discern her motives seemed pointless, at least for the moment, and the kiss was pleasant enough - and coming from a woman that, baffling tendencies aside, he cared about and admired. With questioning or refusing it deemed thus unneccessary, response was left as the only logical option - though without experience he'd need to rely on instinct. Not that this presented any great difficulty; instinct had served him well before.

A gloved hand lifted to rest at the back of her neck. If figuring Celes out were at all possible, he'd have to do it later.