He chuckled lightly, carefully for a moment. He had a pretty good self-image, and (he wouldn't deny) something of an ego; he didn't think he'd be bad catch, personally, though there was something particularly flattering about hearing Reid say that. For obvious reasons.

"First of all, I won't deny that," he started lightly, taking a seat on the couch again. He leaned forward this time, resting his elbows on his knees. His body protested the movement a little, but he was determined to heal faster than everyone said he should.

"Second, listen to me, Spencer: you are desirable. Listen to yourself: if I could have anyone, then what does it tell you, that I want you?"