Callum clutched at his chest, heart pounding widely. It felt as though his face would erupt in flames. Why on earth did it bother him so much? It was just a body. Certainly not the first naked man he'd seen. Granted, it was the first outside the family. His face was perfectly align with the floor completely lost within his, now very impure, thoughts. After several long moments of awkward silence, Callum slowly made it to his feet. His legs nearly buckled under him, still very obviously flustered. "I.. uh.. what?" His voice cracked in response. Now it was legitimately impossible for the boy to get anymore uncomfortable. He turned the face the pirate, hoping his face was back to it's normal colour. Although he seriously doubted it. He couldn't meet the mans eyes. Even with his lower half covered Callum still found himself lingering to the upper. Suddenly he bolted towards the door, shoving the book in Theodores hands as he passed. "Lovely work, gotta go, bye," He nearly shouted at an extreme speed, quickly leaving the cell.

Slamming the door behind him, Callum fell against it. He stayed there working hard to gather his breath, listening to whatever the pirate might be doing. It made sense now, why he was so interested in the man. A great demon had plagued Callum for many years. He had cut himself off from the world and seemingly was rid of it, but as all demons do it came back harder and stronger than ever before. No one but him knew about it, no one but he was allowed to. He would crush it out of him. His shaky legs took him out of the tower and back to the castle where he hid away in his chambers. The boy laid on his bed, numbness overwhelmed his body. It had all felt like some sort of nightmare, a delightful nightmare. Wait what? Delightful? He pushed the thought from his mind, it was the furthest thing from delightful. Awful, that's the word he meant. 

He didn't move from his spot until the night had grown terribly dark. Only the light of the full moon outside allowed him to see. At some point his breathing had turned back to normal, but he wasn't sure when. He had tried to work out all the ways he could rid himself of his problem, none of them sat well with the prince. Glancing to the table that sat to to right. He gazed upon the pile of paper that sat upon it. An inkwell sat beside them, brand new quill laid ontop. His thoughts immediately raced to the pirate, who probably sat confused at his actions. He had bought the stationary for him. Pulling himself out of the bed he let his feet hit the cold hardwood floor. Standing felt almost foreign to him in the moment. He bent down to pick up the stationary, tucking it under his arm. With a glance he saw a glint of gold on the corner of the endtable. His doubloons. Snatching them up he tucked them in his pockets and made his way silently through the castle. Just as quietly he snuck through the courtyard, hoping the guards wouldn't see. Imagine if they saw him sneaking to the pirates cell in the dead of night, oh the stories they'd fabricate.

Callum was just as quiet and sly going up the stairs and to the cell door. When he finally faced the iron obstruction, he very gently lifted his fist to it. Knocking so quietly it was almost inaudible, hoping the man inside was awake. "Psst. It's me. I wanted to apologize for this morning," His voice was a quiet whisper, only getting in through the small slot in the door meant for food trays. He was waiting for some indication that it was safe to enter.