He does

The shock slowly subsides for a moment as Daniel Radcliffe finds himself staring at the ample bosom in front of him barely contained by a white bra. "Um.... okay." He mutters slowly, grabbing a pen from the table and leaning forwards. "Who should I make it out to?"

The brunette pauses for a moment, suddenly aware that she is exposing herself in front of a huge crowd of people, but it's too late for her to back out now. "Tanya." She tells him slowly. "My name is Tanya"

Daniel offers her a wry smile and leans across the table, slowly trailing his pen across the bra. 'To Tanya, enjoy the convention, Daniel Radcliffe.'

Tanya shivers for a moment as the pen presses against her nipples, feeling them harden, but she fights it back, as Daniel sits back down. She turns around, her bra now on display to the rest of the queue behind her and she attempts to button her shirt back up, finding only two buttons left. Holding it closed around her she smiles at the Blonde behind her. "Beat that." She says with a grin, stepping to the side.

The blonde glares at Tanya for a moment, but suddenly it's her turn at the front.