Dodger has the advantage of distinguished breeding, even if it's muddled by the wear and tear of living the way he does. More than that, there's a predatory allure in his eyes to draw others in.

He offers the man half a smirk, before his form bursts into a cloud of sparks. A moment later he reappears behind him, just long enough to grab onto him by the belt loops. The world then seems to fall apart in similar sparks, and Francis will feel the sensation of metal bars crushing down on his chest before they reappear on the club's stage. It's always a bit of an adjustment, being teleported, but there isn't much time to focus on that when Dodger's hands are already wandering all over him.