Thor was almost frozen, watching Diana move. He'd started to gather his dishes, at least, but his eyes were elsewhere and he was obviously distracted. The language she spoke was foreign, alien. He didn't know it, but assumed it had something to do with her heritage. What she said, he couldn't guess and wouldn't try to, but it didn't matter now. He could, but likely wouldn't, ask her about it eventually.
"I will. Room 113." He said, finding warmth lingered at the spot where she'd kissed him. She could use whatever excuse she wanted, or none at all. He didn't care, so long as they found some peace while they were here. There was work to be done, obviously, but it would take time and nothing was getting done today, regardless. Once Diana made her way out, Thor cleaned up his dishes, then went back and picked up his room a bit, not that there was much of anything to clean up. Then he waited for her.