She smiled slowly at that, giving the impression of a lion that had spotted a particularly slow wildebeest, "We could." She agreed, easing up beside Gatlin once more, making sure to cut off all escape without actually looking like that's what she was doing, almost hoping that dinner would try to make a run for it, amused and pleased when he did.
She simply reached out, catching him by the arm as he tried to get past, giving it a sharp twist, not enough to do any real damage, just enough to put a painful strain on both elbow and shoulder, "Oh hold still, will you?"