The physical changes in Tim weren't a shock. He'd seen magic warp it's users, though not in such a casual way. It was...oddly beautiful, though he'd be lying if he tried to say that it wasn't at least marginally intimidating. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud, League pride knocked violently into him, bone deep and heavy.

Watching those physical changes slide back like water to reveal Tim's usual features was just as captivating, and Jay gave up his stretches to make his way over to the door of the conference room, leaning his bulk against the doorframe as he watched. Though, the rebuke made him frown, eyes hardening a little.

"Don't get pissy with me. I've seen magic, I've been in the same room as magic users before. I've never felt that. I was curious, fucking sue me." Was that a tinge of hurt in his voice? Surely not. Big, bad Red Hood was too much of a hard ass to sulk. Right?

He went quiet as Tim turned to refocus on himself and after a moment he sucked in a sharp inhale as that ghost touch smoothed over his skin again. Everywhere the black smoke touched Tim, it 'touched' Jay as well and the wolf eyed his own hand to look for any sign of what might be happening. He wanted to ask questions, wanted to know if there was any clue in Janet's writings, but Tim had made it very clear that he shouldn't speak or otherwise break his concentration.