One insight into the 'Reid phenomonon' when it comes to the poor boy and prostitutes... please enjoy! Standard disclaimers.
A pair of dark eyes looked on at the younger man in wonder. "What?!" Reid asked, the sight of Morgan's expression beginning to bother him.
"Man, I seriously don't get it."
"They couldn't help us. What part of that was hard to get?"
"No, kid—didn't you see the way they were looking at you?"
Reid blinked a little, pulling on the cuffs of his dress shirt. "Like how?" he asked.
"Like they were willing to 'service you' for free, man," Morgan replied. "You've honestly never noticed that like every prostitute we deal with starts batting their eyes at you when you talk to them?"
"They do not." Morgan caught the younger man's blush—the one he was trying desperately to hide.
"You're blushing."
"S-so what i-if they do?" Reid finally blurted out, stumbling on some of the words. "It's probably just displacement or something…"
Morgan rolled his eyes as yet another prostitute gave his colleague the poor-baby-come-hither look while Reid questioned them. Rate the kid's going he'll see his first time on a working woman's dime, he thought to himself as he slowly shook his head.