WIN.
"Ahh, the classic cackle-and-vanish. Truly, no finer way for those who have no retort to end a conversation."
For all the sarcasm evident in his cultured voice, Hank is wrung out. His face is flushed slightly purple, and he's sweating as if he's just completed a Danger Room session on the "Torture Chamber" difficulty level.
"We make an excellent debate team, my good man. Your mastery of certain aspects of the English language can only be described as an art form...and against our opposition, I must say, not once did it feel gratuitous."
For all his invective, Damon was right...SHODAN is simply an artificial intelligence, made up of programs and processes. Her gloating about knowing more than him is as meaningless as anything she said to Hank himself.
"For my part...Though I do regret losing my temper as I did from a purely professional standpoint, on a more personal level, I would have to admit...that felt damned good."
He grins at Damon, flush with mental and emotional catharsis and the thrill of victory...then he's snapped back to reality when he notices what it is Damon is doing.
"Oh, dear. Our electrokinetic comrade in arms...is he all right?"