Thor had been given a false identity by Loki. It made him feel less concerned about drawing Valkyrie into trouble. And it was nice to walk the streets without drawing attention to himself. There was something to be said for anonymity, though he'd never disliked being looked at before.
"It feels glorious to be back out of doors! I have never been confined to bed for so long in my life," he said. It had been a difficult year for feeling uncharacteristically frail. Thor ate his chocolate croissant more slowly, not wanting to appear to have boorish manners in front of her. Of course, they'd been living in the same house for a while, so she probably knew all about his manners already. "Thank you for caring for both dogs while I was incapacitated," he added. His hound seemed in high spirits, and was pulling mightily on it's lead at the appearance of a squirrel in the distance.