Johanna's smile was still just as sweet as it ever was, though far more predatory, catching the man's arm more solidly to yank him down to her level, making sure that Gatlin could see what she was doing as she yanked his head to the side, biting down quick and sharp like a striking snake, instincts were a wonderful thing, really, and while it would probably take Gatlin a few tries to actually fin the right spot, there'd still be blood either way.