As much as he had been joking, it did sort of calm him down to know that Ra's didn't have his spleen somewhere in a jar. Tim had failed to clone Kon ninety-nine times but he didn't have access to the same sort of things that Ra's did. His attempts had been purely science based. Anyway, the last thing he needed was for Ra's to have his own little pet Tim Drake clone. Eugh.

"I think it's time to give it another go." The protein bar was filling without leaving him feeling sluggishly full. Tim gave a confident nod and pushed himself to stand up, stepping back over to where he had been practicing earlier. "I was able to make a few things out of smoke before, if you didn't see it. Supposedly I can manipulate shadows in the same sort of way. I could potentially use them when I fight." In his mind, his magic was a tool, and it would be foolish not to use it if it would help him.

He turned to face Jason again. "I don't know how much I should practice with blood magic. I can manipulate blood, sure, but for that to work there needs to be blood in the first place." Tim wasn't against hurting people, but something didn't sit right with him to draw someone else's blood to use magic against them. It felt unnatural. That left him with being able to use his own, but, he couldn't imagine cutting himself open outside of dire circumstances.