Blues wasn't exactly the most observant of people, but he could tell something was bugging Heroin. He was about to ask what it was, to tell his friend that he'd find someone else and to apologize for interrupting other things that he might have had planned, when he heard someone coming. Instead, he simply smirked, plucking out a few notes. "Would you knit me a scarf?"
When the people walked in he paid them no mind, focusing on his guitar until someone acknowledged their existence by actually speaking to them. He did glance up at Paparazzi, noticing the look she shot towards in his direction.
"I ain't got any." he grinned, taking the offered hand and giving it a hearty shake. He had no idea if that's what she wanted or not, but that's what he did regardless. "Famed? I don't know much 'bout that, but that's nice of you to say." He smirked slightly, aware of what she really meant with her comment, and with the wink. Removing his sunglasses he ran a hand through his shaggy hair and wished he hadn't forgotten his hat today. He had been in a rush though, woke up late.
He was actually really proud of the fact that most of his followers were a well-behaved lot who rarely did anything worthy of getting noticed by those followers of hers, although there were a few interesting events that had made her notice. Sure, his followers were violent, and many were into drugs and drinking, but mostly behind closed doors. Thankfully.