Maggie has no objections at all to the turn that third kiss takes, leaning into Stefan and bracing a hand on his chest. Her part of it isn't desperate, but eager and delighted and sincere. She isn't going anywhere.

If she was grinning before, Maggie's smile when she pulls away to catch her breath is incandescent by comparison. "I'm so glad you're interested. Not that I'd have objected to good company from a poet by any means, but I did hope." That kiss lived up to her idle hopes very nicely.