Beneath the young man's eyelids, his eyes darkened until the were as black as a starless sky. The tips of his fingers darkened too, almost as though he had dipped them in ink, and that ink dripped upwards towards his elbows. A very dangerous sort of power was awakening, seeing the light of day for the first time. There would be no stopping it now. Tim's only hope would be to learn how to control it properly.

When Tim opened his eyes, a faint swirl of joy swooped through his stomach at what he saw. Magic. He was using it. Well, obviously, that was the whole point of this, but some part of him had been sure he wouldn't actually be capable. Baby steps, sure, but those baby steps might just lead him to something far more incredible. The smile that pulled onto his face was boyish and genuine.

And came right back off when he heard Jason speak from the other side of the glass. With his concentration broken, the magic flickered right back off and disappeared. His features returned to normal. He frowned over in the wolf's direction, trying to keep himself from being too peeved. It was, after all, only because of Jason that he had a safe place to practice this. Though when he'd said he'd wanted him there, Tim had meant actually in the room with him. So that was at least a little disappointing.

"Magic. Did you not think I was going to do any?" He groused. Thanks for the vote of confidence, asshole. Tim wasn't aware that a new sort of connection was forming, one that he wouldn't have been able to prevent if he had known about it. He just shook his head at Jason and turned away again. Went back to focusing so that he could form that same black smoke, let it dance around him like flames suspended in the air.