Behind the mask, Alivian's eyebrow arches as the gentleman grumbles so, and eyes the nipple clamps directed towards him. For his credit, perhaps, he takes them, and brings them closer to his face for closer scrutiny.

"....Some of the material is unfamiliar to me."

He traces his thumb over the padded clamp, the edge of his mouth tugging slightly flatter. He promptly uses one to clip onto the delicate skin between his thumb and forefinger.

"It's soft...? No, not really..."

It doesn't really hurt, though, despite how harshly it's pinching him.

"You could have landed on worse than this. Are you sure you want me to have it?"

He'll happily spin the wheel for himself, momentarily, but he can't bring himself to leave this topic alone.

Never mind the fact that his face is very slightly pink against the bottom rim of his mask.