Hyperion smirked at Percy for a long moment, internally debating how to reply to such a comment. The good, well bred Pureblood in him demanded that he ignore such an opening, but Hyperion's actual personality wanted to pull his boring side into a dark alley and stab it a couple of times, and in the end it came through. "I'm not restraining myself at all, Percy," he said with mock confusing. "Bondage like that requires two people."
"But it's awkward," he grumbled. "Especially since I'm never quite as ready for the uh, rough and tumble as my would be paramours are." His pout was short lived however when Percy glared at him.
"Of course you are dear," Hyperion agreed with a nod. "But I have far too much money and spending it on my friends makes me feel happy. Plus it annoys my mother, or rather my mother's accountants." He smiled again and clapped Percy on the shoulder. "You're welcome, and you can pay me back however you like," he said, just in time for the Muggle tailor to return and give them a speculative look.
Hyperion shrugged at Percy. "Just bring them with you back to my place," he decided after a moment.