The Prince made a mocked look of a offense at the pirates remark, "I'll have you know, sir, I am 19." By all standards he was an adult. Most men started their adult lives at 16, several would be married perhaps even with children by Callums age. He would have those things too, but he had focused on the career his father laid out for him. It wasn't much in the way of a prince, but he would work hard and become the best at it. "Forgive me if I am not an old crone like you," Callum replied with a sting. Perhaps his offense wasn't so mocked, afterall.

Then the man came daringly close to him. So close infact, Callum could feel the breath on his face. The hoarse hair of his beard touched his face very lightly, making the boy more than just a little uncomfortable. "Something in return? If it's in my power, sure." Suddenly the pirate looked solemn, a clear wanderlust in his eyes. Callum knew that look well enough, giving way immediately to what he would say. Callums heart cracked a bit at the request. He really didn't much like keeping the man here, he knew all to well what it felt like to be caged away. "I-I can't do that.. I'm sorry," His voice was just as sad as the pirates face turned at the answer. The next request was clearly just to ease tensions, and it was much welcomed. Callum almost reached out to safe him when catapulted himself backwards, cringing as he expected the man to hit his head. He chuckled at the antics when he realized the man hadn't, "I only have four to my name, unfortunately. And I'm not giving them away."

Surprisingly, he still went and told his story. Callum shielded his eyes when he struck open the drapes. He made sure to focus his eyes on the exuberant man, to avoid looking out the barred window. It would only prove to depress him and distract from the story. He watched his movements, doe-eyed and awestruck. It wasn't a talk of daring swordfights and risky escapes like he had hoped. Instead it was a story of familial bonds and a childs misguided adventures, but everybit as interesting. Ever word was an adventure Callum would never be allowed to experience. When the roles were handed out to his fathers sons, he got what was easily the most home-bound job one could ask for. His three brothers before him all received land, their own armys and wars. They marched alongside their men joining in the travel and battles that awaited them. There wasn't enough to go around when Callum came about, so he was stuck at home for likely the rest of his days. 

The pirate had stopped and now stared at him for an opinion. "Wow." His mouth stayed agape for a moment, "That's amazing. You've really gone such places?" Callum tucked at the buttons on his jacket awkwardly. "I could only ever dream. You're luckier than you think," His voice was small, not wanting to give away too many of his emotions. Or risk offending the man. Callum stood up and waking over to the shelf, glancing over each book. All boring educational things, "You wanted something in return, huh?" He put a finger to his chin, thinking. "How about.. I teach you how to read? I'll bring some better books next time I'm here." He turned and faced the man, looking for an answer.