If he thought the second time would make speaking to JARVIS easier, he was wrong. Although he did know that imitation was supposed to be the sincerest form of flattery. It was slowly becoming clear the type of impact he had on Mr. Stark's son, and Jarvis was always one to take such things seriously. "It's rude," he muttered to his AI twin. "One is not supposed to walk into a home uninvited." But he assumed that their future relationship meant he could take a few liberties. After all, he didn't hesitate from tromping all over his Mr. Stark when it suited him.
Jarvis walked inside, glad he knocked his boots off before, and took a quick look around the building. No doubt he would be making many notes as he went, possibly about things that needed to be cleaned or put away. Suggestions on better living room space options. He knew exactly what a Stark engineering space was like, so he didn't have high hopes.
"Mr. Stark." Howard was often distracted and surrounded with noise, yes, but nothing quite as loud and sophisticated as the headphones on his son at the moment. Jarvis was not accustomed to having to raise his voice for any good reason, so it did not come easily. "Mr. Stark," he said more firmly, but it was not much good unless he resorted to shouting. He sucked in a breath and let out a long suffering sigh, setting the box down to the side. He chose to do the foolproof plan he learned a long while ago.
He picked up one of Mr. Stark's tools, the sturdy king, and clanged it down loudly on the nearest firm surface. It was the equivalent to ringing a bell when dinner was ready in his mind. Only one had to be much, much more aggressive when trying to wrangle a Stark. It was usually satisfying to hear the sharp noise, even if he winced slightly at the first. "Mr. Stark! Turn that music off."