He wouldn't know. He doesn't think he's ever pet a goat in his life; and he's not inclined to begin today, though he does have to brush away a smaller little tan-haired... kid? that's what you call a goat, right? these aren't... children in goat-skins, right? from eating at the ankles of his pants, because that's a danger the Batman had never seriously prepared him for.

Do girl goats have horns too? "I think they do, they're just smaller," Tim answers automatically. "It would depend on the breed; like, these are probably Pygmy or Nigerian Dwarfs." And he doesn't know how those breeds exactly tie into the horn debacle. Tim decides to avoid asking Jeff to check 'down there' if he's so curious. He's not even worried over getting called out for the blatant stalling, because the extra time served it's purpose.

Hell of a conversation to begin in a petting zoo surrounded by bullying goats and micro piglets. Seeing as Tim has no desire to step back into the more bustling areas of the circus, or city, it'll have to do. "Yeah, I think about running away a lot," true. "But I don't have anything to offer the circus, so that wouldn't work out for me," plausibly false.

"Think I've found a way to make you famous, though," he says, with all the nonchalance such a statement deserves. It's all... bullshit, after all. Dragging someone down like this isn't ever something sincere, after all. "If you ever feel like showing off your Talents."