*with a sly smile* Do I need the room? Probably not, technically. But I do enjoy my excess.
*glances down at the book in your hands and can only imagine what ghastly haphazard collection of words you're reading, if your taste is anything like your younger daughter's*
*disinterestedly* Carry on then. *gives the room a cursory once-over in search of his [favorite] car['s] keys, having put them down somewhere and then forgotten them (no thanks to his good-for-nothing assistant)*