Kell shrugs, with a smile that supports their current spin on their conversation. Just in case. Nobody should feel too safe on the castle grounds. This is not a place to let his guard down. It never was.

"Historically speaking, I did. And not one. I had a few quite nice ones back home."

Kell stands up to stretch, rolls his shoulders and straightens his back. His whole body aches from being bent and contorted while crouching to pull out the weeds.

"Saints, I never suspected this whole gardening thing is such a tough job!"