Tim had to try not to smirk when Jason choked on the protein bar because of his question. He was known for being blunt, so it shouldn't have been too surprising that he didn't beat around the bush. "I'm not a kid." The younger of the two told him, like he hadn't just barely become legal. It bothered him, the idea that Jason would see him that way. Tim didn't really want to examine why, but he knew for sure that he wanted his predecessor to see him as the competent, mature adult that he tried to be.

He at least had enough tact not to say that he didn't really care what it was like to do crime or being a crimelord, and that was why he hadn't asked those questions. Jason looked amused and Tim wanted to keep him in a good mood. "Being a wolf is a lot more interesting. You're the only one I've ever met. Can you really blame me?" The amusement was reflected in his own eyes. It was nice, getting to talk like this.

He set his elbow on the table, and his chin on his palm. "As a kid, you play pretend and act like animals all the time, but it's hard to imagine what it would be like to actually be one. "Do your senses change? I know dogs have a yellow-blue color spectrum, so I would imagine that wolves are the same. Or is it different because you're still human on the inside?" Tim didn't see a reason not to be his usual nerdy, curious self, since Jason seemed amused enough to tolerate it.