[Well, Dodger is fluent in subtext. His eyes sharpen a bit at the hint, and that cloaked offer has him taking a shaky breath. He stands up a bit straighter, and glances around to reassess his surroundings. It is cold, but Dodger can't feel it. He's never really been able to feel the cold. But that doesn't make this a good place to get laid.]

My place is a couple blocks away. [He offers him a hand.] You take my hand, and I'll get us there. If you don't mind a little more... magic.