Steven blinked owlishly at the sudden (he felt) refusal. Plainly, in a tone that suggested this sort of thing happened to him often (and, once upon a time, it had) he said, "No, no, I think you misunderstood. That wasn't a code phrase for signing your...uh...anatomy." Although, now that he looked closer, he wouldn't mind having the opportunity...
"That was kind of a joke, actually. I've only got the two with me. And the piano." The movers were inching up the stairs, but the first had made it to the landing. Steven patted his piano fondly as it passed by.
"Ah, sorry. Pretty girls make me say stupid things. Lifelong habit. So sorry. Would you like to start over?"