Free time was such a peculiar concept. Jarvis wouldn't know what to do without a task to accomplish. Tony did provide him with constant activity, from the standard tidying up to the more awkward and involved incidents in which he had to go retrieve the other man from public venues. There were always items of clothing strewn, glasses abandoned, and odd little pieces of tools and technology that found their homes in niches across nearly every room in their home. In fact, the only space that never saw that chaos was Jarvis' own room.
Idly, he wondered if Tony even knew where he slept. Not that it mattered. Tony didn't worry about making his bed or changing his linens. It was the other way around, and whether or not it was sad or depressing or whatever words others might apply to his situation, Jarvis appreciated feeling useful.
At least he'd always been a little domestically inclined. And by and large, Tony didn't make hefty demands on his time, especially when he was working. When he holed up with a project, Jarvis was the one who had to interfere and intervene, to bring in food or cluck and gesture about sleep (which Tony seemed to enjoy deliberately misunderstanding, or ignoring outright). Now that he had a voice, he might actually be able to harangue the other man into cooperating with him.
"Yes," Jarvis agreed, bobbing his head. "I thoroughly enjoy stuff" How fortunate that he could weight a word if he typed it in just so. Jarvis smirked, eyes lively with amusement. "However did you guess?"