"No, at least, not usually. This time of year, though, it is a bit hard to get around without it happening at least once," he sighed, in the way of someone who has to put up with a mischievous child. "It is a prank this Castle pulls every year around this time - hiding magicked mistletoe that requires anyone within its thrall to be kissed before they are released."

He waved his hand absently, which amounted to a shrug for him - he did not want to ruin the lay of his robes. In winter it was always difficult to put the lay back correctly.

"Harmless, really, but it can create some... interesting moments. As you and I just found out."