How many were coming, how many were here now? He could hear faint movment, soft voices. He had fed, and fed well before his arrival, but this still struck him as a monumentally bad idea to lock him into this manor. A snake in a cage full of mice.
Sooner or later the prey would realize they had a predator amongst them, and when they did, they would all be at risk.
He sighed and pushed away from the wall to fall into a chair, still thinking deeply, cursing circumstance, paying no attention to his surroundings.