Tim chuckled some when Kon said he'd heard stories about Alfred from Dick and others. It didn't take a genius to deduce the others might have been other versions of him. Which was weird but weird was relative at this point. "He is. You'd like him. He makes awesome food." He smiled warmly and looked up at Kon, staring at him. While Kon was a clone of Clark, Tim thought Kon looked better.
When Kon urged him to get comfortable he shifted so he had a knee drawn up to his chest and an arm draped over it. "Never done anything like this before," he returned. "And I don't want to mess up your chances of winning either." He watched as Kon set the camera on the tripod and watched his friend move, appreciating his movements.
Deciding to be bold, and before he lost his nerve, Tim quickly shed his shirt and shivered slightly when the cool air of the room hit his heated skin. He shifted into a more comfortable position and waited to see what Kon had to say.