As the night had gone on, Jonathan began to feel uneasy in Dracula's presence for reasons he couldn't quite identify. He considered feigning illness and taking early leave, but the storm had picked up and he could hear wolves howling in the night. Closer than he'd like. Either way, it'd be impolite after the Count had gone through so much to make him feel welcome.
The warning caused him to pause, an odd way of asking somebody not to go snooping around. Not that Jonathan had intended to do so, nodding quietly along in agreement with the warning. Perhaps Dracula was hiding something, but the only thing on his mind was writing to Mina to reassure her that he was safe and then catching some sleep.
"That's very kind of you," he smiled uneasily, "But I'm fine." Anything to get her to leave quicker. "Good night."
After the door was closed and Jonathan was alone once more, he took a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair, feeling deeply unsettled by the entire situation. This wasn't how he expected things to go that evening, and he was beginning to question the idea of having Dracula as his neighbor.
Taking out his quill and journal, Jonathan began to write to his wife, comforted by her response.