Maeve snorts in amusement and says, "You'd probably have a line up. Maybe not of appropriately aged women, but all those little teen boys who hang around you?"

Then she grins and arches her eyebrow at Steve. He's not a jackass and he doesn't lead them on or anything, but that skinny loud one with the glasses who works at the record store spends about half his time at the store just looking at Steve and trying not to get caught.

"Oh, yeah, one of them would dance with you for sure," she promises. "You'll always have options."