Captured?

If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I was the one in captivity.

The prisoner hardly acted like he was chained up against his will in a prison that we were confident he couldn't escape from.

If anything it seemed like we'd intruded into his house, as he lounged lazily on the single bench provided for him in the space.

"Well, well, well, Visitors." He drawled out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"