Callum chuckled at the mans response. It was nice to see that his gift had been of some use. He looked much different underneath all the fur than Callum expected. He was younger than previously thought. Callum had expected an old man, his fathers age maybe but he looked about the same age as his eldest brother, his senior by only 7 years. He kept some of his beard, but it was short and well groomed. If Callum were a woman he might even venture to say the man was handsome. The only flaw being a scar that stretched from his ear to his eye on the left side of his. Whatever it was from, was likely the cause for his blindness on that side. "I'm sure that's what happened. And the sugar plum fairies come to give children dreams."

The prince nodded at his inquiry. "These books are a good level for beginners but still interesting." He walked over to the shelf picking up on of the thinner books. "These ones here are all religious or educational. Aka, boring." Callum held it up so that the pirate could see it. Going back to the table he picked up a large colourful book. The pages inside had a different texture, clearly made to write in. He brought it over to show the man who was still having issues with the title of the book he picked up. He opened it up and started flipping through the pages, making sure the pirate was looking. It was a book designed to help children learn how to write. Large letters were on the top half of the page and the bottom half had lines for them to try copy the letter onto. They went through the book together several times. Callum teaching him how to saw his alphabet, ignoring his occasional sigh of boredom. He followed up by teaching him how different letters sounded together, writing down a legend for him check into when Callum wasn't around. 

Callum reached across the bed, grabbing the book long forgotten 'The Prince of Crying'. He read the title incredulously slow, making the man repeat it after him. "With the notes I made, you should take a whack at reading it. Don't forget the work books. If you have issues with them, ask the guards to send me a message and I'll come." He moved off of the bed and sat back on the bench, cozying up for another vibrant story from the pirate. A smile erupted on his face, as if supressing a laugh "Now I've done my part, it's your turn.." His face twisted in his attempt to not laugh, ".. Prince William, oh and congratulations on the little one!" The laugh could be stifled no more, and it echoed throughout the cell. The man just looked at him deeply confused. To which Callum stopped and twiddled his finger at him, much like a mother does to her child whose behaved badly, "Very clever, using my brothers name as your own."