"Ahh, well I'll do my best to rack up the points. I want the best prize, after all." Her. He wanted her. But he rather thought that was obvious between his tone and the look he gave her that was all heat and desire.
Hyperion chuckled and shook his head, handing the jacket over. "No, love, it's got to match mine. That way you'll think of me every time you wear it," he explained in low tones. Perhaps he wasn't playing fair, but was he really supposed to? Once she put the jacket on and he could tell it fit like a glove, he pulled his wallet out and turned to Stan. The wallet was thin and held only a Muggle ID (he'd gone undercover in the Muggle world more than once), a few credit type cards, and some Muggle cash. He pulled out more than enough for the jacket and handed it over to Stan, waving a hand to indicate he didn't need any change. He knew Stan was risking his job, doing this for them, and he rather thought that deserved a little extra reward.
He glanced back just in time to see her do that little spin, chuckling. "I think it fits like a glove," he answered, voice just a tad husky. And it was true, that jacket wasn't hiding any of his curves, and he was most appreciative of that.
"Ready to head on out?" Stan asked them as he pocketed the cash and nodded his head toward the over-sized double doors that doubled as windows when they were closed. It didn't take long for him to get the couple harnessed in and set up on the zip line. He'd already arranged with Hyperion for them to leave the equipment in a designated spot, and he would retrieve it in the morning. Hey, it was worth it for the amount of money the guy had given him.