For all that he was laying on the charm, Eames did want to figure out what was happening here, if it was just the two of them or maybe this was something the whole of the hotel was dealing with. It was still early enough in the day that he wouldn't be surprised if several people didn't realize something had happened yet.
German was a language he knew only in terms of swearing, but he could recognize it when Dieter spoke to himself softly, waiting until he'd been given the go ahead to take another step and then he'd been able to take one of his own, making the picture more clear.
"Fate is certainly insistent when she wants to be, the cheeky minx." He huffed shaking his head. "Would we?" He asked with a teasing grin, "I suppose that's why we've been given something a little less likely to be dispensed with." It was interesting, both because he was certain Dieter meant he could get rid of a pair of handcuffs himself if he wanted, just as Eames could. But the amount of space they'd been given as well. "I suppose we ought to thank fate for giving us enough space that we don't have to be right on top of one another unless we'd like to be." He gave Dieter a considering kind of look for a moment, he certainly wouldn't mind, but in truth he was far more interested in figuring out the hows and whys of all of this than he was exploiting his sudden proximity companion.
"How about I stand just here," He said moving toward the bathroom door, "And you can compose yourself then we can figure out what our next move is."