"Ah, good evening," Sir Algernon greets, his voice a harmonious blend of authority and sophistication. "You find yourself on private property, my dear sir or madam. I must inquire as to your intentions."

He then turns slightly, gesturing with a flourish towards a discreet wall panel hidden among the lush damask wallpaper. "Barnaby, my trusted home security AI, would you be so kind as to cross-reference our uninvited guest with the National Database?"