"I would certainly hope not."

He grins softly, seeming impressed. He straightens out his clothing. Yes. Dry as can be. Artemy seems genuinely impressed with her.

"If I ever need a portable heater, I will be sure to seek you out, Miss." He jokes dryly.

Though the usefulness isn't lost on him. She could water entire fields with her abilities. People wouldn't need to go hungry. Fever truly has Artemy's admiration.