If it was a test, it was a complicated one. Jarvis couldn't see the point, and he couldn't see that Master Stark looked terribly put out by his foray into the daring. He looked... relieved. Eager, even. No one was eager to talk to an Avox, least of all the men or women who held the proverbial leash. It wasn't done.
It was skirting lines that Jarvis didn't know how to label because treason was a big word. Huge. Terrifying. Better he didn't even think it, in fact, and instead focus on the grin and wink that felt equal parts horrifying and exhilarating. Jarvis couldn't remember the last time anyone smiled at him at all, never mind like that, like he'd done something worthy- something that had nothing to do with how quickly he'd jumped when presented a command.
Huffing out that short breath again- not entirely a laugh, not a snort of disbelief- Jarvis held up a hand with all two fingers up in a silent, two minutes. He frowned, and then added the rest of the fingers, all splayed wide in revision. Five minutes, instead. Much more likely if he needed time to clean up and get his list together. That could be done in the other room, though, and it would provide him an excuse to not watch whatever was causing that awful noise.