Callum clapped quietly had the mans display, clearly impressed. "Even the crown, eh?" Callum reached up pulling his own off his head, looking into the jewels. Using the edge of his slightly tattered sleeve he rubbed at the large red one in the center. He could almost see his reflection in it, "I guess if you can carry the weight, they're a fine thing to own." The tone of his voice lead way to believe he wasn't being literal. He stood up, getting into an almost-fighting position with an invisible rapier. One arm tucked behind his back the other completely outstretched. Then he started fencing with his imaginary opponent, "I'd love to experience such daring swordfights." He stopped and look at Theodore. "The most I can hope for is a melee tournament here and there, hardly the same." He sauntered around the room, occasionally swinging his arm as if still in battle. "I've heard about that battle, y'know. The Kingdom of Evan is where you were, made international news." Callum stopped and smiled at the pirate, "I never much cared for King Berian. He's cruel, fat and stupid. I think he deserved to have his crown stolen." The Prince finally stopped and sat next to the man on his bed, caring little of their proximity. "So, your names Theodore? MInd if I use it, or must I forever pretend you share my brothers name?"