Ivy swiftly kicks him in the groin, holding Arty so she doesn’t fall out of her arms. “Shut the hell up. I don’t care if your the man i love, actually Jacob would never say that, so I don’t give a shit that your immortal. You do [i]not[/i] talk about my sister like that,” she snarls between clenched teeth, and kicks the door behind her. She carefully lays Arty down in her bed and tucks her in. She checks Arty’s vitals, and hisses when she feels her temperature.