Callum just shrugged when he asked about his visits, "None of the others interest me." Interest. That's what one could call it. Or perhaps curiousity. This man was one of, if not, the only person outside of his world of wealth and status that he had access too. This man had seen the world, and perhaps would continue to some day. To Callum, who was forever stuck in confines of the realm, with no opportunity to move forward, that was fascinating. Some part of the boy was jealous of the pirate, even if he was never released at least he had experienced true freedom. Most of the prisoners that came through were thieves, murderers or prisoners of war. But regardless of how they came to the dungeons, many of them had never left land, most were born into their positions. The same couldn't really be said for a pirate.

Callum suppressed a smile at his snide remark. "No, I usually feed and water myself actually," He replied with a smirk of his own. The prince sat on the bench, and looked at the shelf, "Wouldn't reading pass the time?" Callum really expect an answer. Adjusting himself on the hard seat, he turned and faced the pirate. He smiled weakly, "Honestly. I think I'm just curious about you. Y'know the live of a pirate and all. It's a very romanticized profession, I wonder if the rumours are true." Getting back him he wandered to the window and stared out at the sky. Sighing almost sadly he closed the pane and pulled the drape infront. It was thin enough to still allow some light through. He sat down on the edge of the mans bed, not really caring about their proximity. "Tell me some stories of the sea." He stopped, "I-If you don't mind, that is."