Really, it's easier to account for Dick Grayson once Tim realized that he was nigh-impossible to embarrass and generally needed no encouragement to get from 'the thing that he wanted to do' to 'the thing that he was doing'.

"I'm not surprised. We barely know what to do with you, and we at least grew up with hawaiian shirts as a concept. The Elves don't have a chance," Tim mused as he turned a landing. His side is starting to get tight, but it's not so bad. He doesn't have to really baby it. "The real question is, what do the dwarves think of you?"