The sulking was noticed but went without comment. He had little interest in actually fighting with Jason, he simply felt the need to defend himself when the wolf had questioned what he was doing. If he had stepped on toes, Tim hadn't really noticed. He was fairly certain Jason couldn't give two shits what anyone thought of him, let alone Tim Drake.

There was a rush that came with doing magic, even as he felt it drain away at his energy. From what he'd learned, it wouldn't always take so much in return for doing so little, but he had a lot of training to do to get there. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to form shapes with the smoke. They started out as nothing more than amorphous blobs, but when he grit his teeth and focused everything he had on manipulating them, they started to take shape. One even looked vaguely humanoid, not crisp and clean but at least decipherable.

His eyes fluttered open again, and then went wide. As a prodigy, maybe he should have been able to do more from the jump, but Tim was still amazed by what he could do. That it was real. When his fingers reached out to touch the shape, it wasn't as loose as smoke, nor was it completely solid. "Weird." There was some level of resistance when he tried to push his hand through it. How strange.

It was several more moments before he dispersed the smoke. Only once he felt a little light-headed from how much energy it was taking out of him. He let out a slow breath and turned to see Jason there watching him. His eyes softened, just a little, and his head canted. "What are you looking at me like that for?" It wasn't said accusatorily, even if there were maybe better ways he could have asked.