"What do you have in mind?" You purr. You let your body go about as limp as you can in his arms while still standing on your feet, making it clear that you're willing to let him call whatever shots he'd like.

He smiles a mischievous grin and grabs a bag from the van, then wraps his arm around you and lifts you up over his shoulder and starts to carry you towards the camp.
A little more forceful than I hoped, but I can work with this.
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