Technically wildlife is part of Mother Nature's domain, in some roundabout indirect way, but maybe Doc is too distrustful, too cynical, or perhaps too sure of himself and his ability to survive in the wilderness, to want to rank Human Nature as a lot more dangerous than whatever this old world still has up its sleeve to throw at him.

"It would be rude to corner our host for the evening. 'specially where erryone can see you." That might matter depending on the kind of impression Raylan would want to be leaving on the other folk. Doc thinks it too early to be anything other than pleasant, cordial, and proving himself useful to the collective.

"Every man has a price," Doc muses with a short sigh. "He might be more open to parlay if there's sommin' in it for him." But what does one get for a geriatric kleptomaniac kidnapper who likely can get his hands on anything he wants? Might need more than a night to observe and try to figure him out.