"No. A kiss is all that required, though certainly such things can lead to more... amorous play," he chose his words, not wishing to seem crass, though it was the truth.

"As for whose? Ah, we do not think there is any owner by the Castle itself. It is sentient, I believe, perhaps to a point or perhaps to a degree we cannot comprehend. There's evidence for both, but nothing concrete, and you might well die of old age before you ever discover the real answer," he said, looking about the stone halls with a slight mix of suspicion and respect. "We all tend to call ourselves Residents here, but words that work just as well could include prisoners and guests. The true nature of this place eludes us, even those of us who have been here for years."

That particular statement seemed to hardly bother him, but then, why should it? He had spent four years within its walls, the idea was not so terrifying now.