He'd caught her giggle at him but Flint was far from bothered by it; he probably wouldn't have been even if he hadn't been busy with the music that served as such a calming influence. With all of his social discomfort, if he didn't know how to laugh at himself he'd go nuts. His answering smile was a wry twist of his lips.
Standing at her introduction, he took the hand she held out. "Lily," repeated the man who was surprisingly tall now that he wasn't in front of the piano. He'd said her name aloud as he always did when meeting someone new, his verbal cue to keep the name and face together. "Flint," he added a little unnecessarily as he shook Lily's hand; the staff member had addressed him as such, but his manners indicated he should introduce himself.
Flint's smile grew shy and he wasn't able to hold eye-contact for long but he was clearly gratified by her praise. "Glad. That you enjoyed it. The music," he said humbly. "Thanks."