The wolf's ears wiggle a little as he considers them, but then nods.

"It's not a bad prize."

It's his turn to spin, so that's what he does. He watches as the sections tick by, only...

His prize? another set of nipple clamps. This pair with little blue jewels stuck to them as weights. Alivian tilts his head a little as he regards them again, just the same as the first set, and then his lips quirk into a hint of a smile.

"They match your eyes."

Sorry, Hank.