Stay? As though he was a dog? Thor frowned even as Mjölnir returned to his hand. This one word thing was getting them nowhere fast, but he hadn't been in Egypt long enough to pick more of it up. Surprisingly, though he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, Thor seemed to do fairly well with languages. At least, once he'd had time to spend with the people in the area. That's how he learned it best, by being surrounded by the mortals who spoke it. Hadn't done that at all in Egypt yet.
But before he could ask it if it knew any other languages, the creature transformed into a woman. Ah. So the swinging sacks on her chest had been breasts. Thor thought they might be, but hadn't wanted to take the time to look for nipples. Now though-- No. There wasn't really time for that now either, and why was he thinking that? There was no guarantee that the creature actually was a woman, it might just be taking female shape.
Still, it took a minute for his brain to shift away from what might or might not be a very generous feminine chest to what it was asking. Or she was asking. He wasn't sure how to think of the creature now. And what did she mean, what did he speak? He spoke words like any other-- oh. She was asking if he spoke other languages, wasn't she? Well then.
In their original languages, he listed the tongues he'd picked up in his travels with Ninkasi. "Emegir. Emesal. Xiaerba. Samskrtam. Urdu. Tsiang. Zhongwen." And he ended with his own, "Norrœnt mál."