More than whatever's stirrin' in that head o'yours. [Pointing with a quick finger in the other's direction, there's a ghost of a devil in his smile when he flashes it. Part of him's amused by it, the other's ashamed, and whatever's proud of it is buried underneath. He raises a brow to the visible curiosity.] Things I did aren't something you wanna talk about on school grounds.

Believe me, kid.