I'm Not Sulking, I'm Working (Bruce)
Tony wasn't pleased. Not pleased at all with finding out that his best friend was engaged from a harlot sitting on his crotch and threatening his beauty with a pot of hot coffee.
It didn't matter that he felt, as he usually did, he at least hadn't lost his verbal sparring match with Enigma, but he certainly didn't feel like he'd won, either. Not with the facts still being what they were.
"Jarvis, I want all of the code scanned and rescanned. This system needs to be airtight this time," he said grumpily. The screens around him lit up with lines of code, commands, and software analysis. At the very least, that girl would never be hacking into his tower again. Nor would anybody. On one level at least she had exposed some flaws in his computer for non-malicious means. "If I didn't write it before 2010 I want it checked and up for deletion unless being reviewed."
"Yes, sir," Jarvis was less interactive, sensing Tony's mood. The playboy scowled at the screen through the bottom of a glass of bourbon. He didn't get worked up over women. Never, like this. But he got worked up over Enigma on Bruce's behalf, and that irritated the hell out of him.