Really, she needn't have bothered hiding the squealing fan-girl. She was a woman -- and being a woman who knew his name? That was worth bonus points. Steven leaned over the banister, arms folded against his torso and a smile painted on his face as he regarded the woman below.
"Once the boys move the piano, I'll sign one of mine and give it to you." His eyes flickered towards the piano-movers, then returned to Naea. "To apologize for the inconvenience."
The movers were slowly inching their way up the last stretch of stairs now, cautious as they moved as one in their job.