[Brady gives a grin back, an amused expression. He's not quite sure if Mr. DeWitt's serious about his claim - he's pretty sure people with serious rap sheets can't teach, and it might be just him trying to mess with Brady. Or exaggerating the things he did get up to. Either way.

Still, there is something to that smile...]

I'm shakin' in my boots already. [He wiggles his fingers in a mock gesture, then shrugs his shoulders.] So cleansin' yer immortal soul by makin' sure the kiddies don't do the same, or what?