Peter was oblivious, far more focused on the pleasant smell and enjoying how rarely the Guardians got to engage in this kind of luxuries than any worry regarding what else the hotel room had in store for them.

After Thor's laugh, Peter stared at him, then at the filled tub and gave a casual, and totally unapologetic; "Oops."

Given the kind of planet they were in, he wouldn't be surprised if the staff were more than used to cleaning all sorts of liquids from all kinds of surfaces. Some water on the bathroom floor would be nothing in comparison.

"We will keep that in mind for the next time. I'll be a thigh fit, but that's part of the fun."

He took Thor's hand, rather charmed by the simple gesture, and gave it a squeeze before he got into the bathtub. There was no stopping the hum Peter let out when his skin got in contact with the water, hot but not scalding, clean, and pleasant. After considering their options, he decided that he rather wanted to use Thor's chest as a pillow, so he bent his knees and scooted forwards, so the god could settle himself behind him

"Get in here before I change my mind, and I decide to keep the bath all too myself. It feels really nice."