"Of course. Towels are in the... hall closet, I think?" It's probably a problem that he's lived in this house for weeks now and still is not entirely familiar with where things are. A small frown creases his brow as he thinks about that, fetching a washcloth for himself to finish wiping the dirt from his face.

Without Pamela in the room, the effects of her pheromones still linger, though not quite as strong and immediate. Enough that Thor feels different, even if he can't quite put his finger on why. This is the first good day he has had in months, and he hasn't felt the need to get himself a drink yet.