It certainly loved to make things difficult, and vexing, and generally hellish (whatever it was), but that was simply the nature of the beast. Apparent, by now, that the residents were fodder to be used as dark magic fuel to essentially power the place - maybe they'd been all tapped out in Marrowood, and Grim was exposed to them to provide even more opportunities to put them into stressful, godawful situations. No one could convince him this wasn't the case - he'd been here too long, and had been tortured too many times, to think otherwise.
Besides, no one also offered a compelling enough counter-argument, ergo. Dark magic fodder they were.
It will bothered a free spirit such as Killian, but he gathered he wasn't really supposed to like it anyway.
The sudden silence unnerved him as well, and he stopped. Glacial eyes darting to and fro, senses on overdrive. "We're being watched," he said, and oh, listen closely - you'd be able to hear the hissssss and venom dripping off the fangs of that three-headed monstrosity.