Fortunately, Carver was going to try very, very hard to follow her directions about avoiding that door so he wouldn't have to find out if she was joking.

He steeled his grip on her and eased sidelong off the wall (ah- there was going to be a mark on his chin later...) making progress as best he could while in full plate and with Isabela providing no help whatsoever. It didn't help that the way she was wrapped around his waist restricted his range of movement somewhat, unless he wanted to accidentally bruise her up before they even made it to her room.

That business could wait until he was doing it on purpose.

"Don't worry," he muttered back. "I won't."

With a little more effort, he managed to shove open the door to Isabela's room with one of her boots, dragging her inside. The door closed with a thud behind him, and the reality was starting to sink in.

First things first, Carver reached behind himself and clicked the door latch, locking it. Then he jostled, indicating she should let go.

"It'll go faster if you help," he said. A pause. "It'll come faster if you help." Heh... that one was pretty good, wasn't it?