Callum heard a loud thump come from behind. The prince jerked to look at the source, and very briefly he saw a very naked Theodore. He immediately felt the heat rush to his face and guessed it was likely just as red. Averting his yes quickly he stared at his own feet, not daring to move his gaze. "Uh, I.. ahm, I should've knocked," He cleared his throat awkwardly, "S..sorry." Callums voice was very weak and only grew quieter as he spoke, almost as if something suddenly lodged itself in his airway. If this could get anymore uncomfortable, Callum had no idea how. Of course the pirate insisted on showing him just that. His eyes stayed firmly glued to the floor as he listened to the pirate scuttle his way across the floor. Nothing but a sheet between his indecency and the world.

The prince had every intention of never moving his head from its position. Again however, the pirate he insisted he do just the opposite. He slowly moved his gaze, stopping briefly on the mans waist before going farther. His eyes stayed a little longer on his chest. Catching himself in his actions Callum snatched the book and shoved his face in it. The now beet-red of his cheeks grew even darker, if that were even possible. With a great deal of control he kept his eyes on the book, opening it slowly. His fingers caressed the pages, reading each line. Flipping to the end, he read the various sentences Theodore had written, "Impressive, only a few weeks and you've completed the book. I wish I had been that quick." Callum faced the man, intending to congratulate him. Very quickly he remembered the reason he looked away in the first place. 

Callum dove to the floor, grasping the pile of discarded clothes in his hands. Without turning his head he throw them in the direction of the pirate with a great deal of force. "Clothes, please!" He cried out, much like a young woman being exposed to her first man might.