“You want me to ask her what?” Morgan asked, raising his eyebrows over his coffee.
“Ask her if she wants to have sex with us,” Reid said conversationally.
“And why exactly would I do that?”
“You’re attracted to Prentiss, I’m attracted to Prentiss, and she is attracted to us.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Don’t feign ignorance, I know you’re a better profiler than that.”
Morgan put his coffee down, frowning as Reid looked at him as though he was being particularly difficult. “Why do I have to ask her?”
“I think it would sound more sincere coming from you.”
“Are you saying I have a reputation?”
“Derek, you haven’t had sex with anyone but me for three years, any reputation as promiscuous you had is long faded.”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“You’re less awkward around potential sexual partners.”
“You mean you’re chicken.”
“Are you going to ask her?” Reid asked, ignoring the comment.
“You think she’ll say yes?”
“There’s only one way to know for sure.”
Morgan picked up his coffee again, frowning at Reid who had gone back to skimming the newspaper.
“I can’t believe I ever pegged you for boring in the sack, baby,” he muttered, and saw the edge of his lover’s mouth lift in a smile.