You give the executor the meanest glare in your arsenal. Oh, you know what she's up to. Broad's got your chain in her hand like you're about to piss on the wrong spot. It sickens you how much joy she gets from tossing you around like a rowdy pet.
You scowl at her and ask what the hell was that for. She tells you it's time for your meeting with Her Majesty the Black Queen and that she just wanted to let you know. Well, you sneer, she didn't need to tug that hard, sheesh. She says oh gee, she wasn't aware of how much force she was using! You don't need to be a master bluffer (though you are) to know she's lying through her teeth - you can see it in her face. This woman's far from a master baiter.
You grimace but let the tension in your shoulders ease. No use stalling. You don't argue back, just tell her to get on with it.