[There's a certain glimmer in his eyes when he realizes it's Absinthe, but it's quickly replaced by more genuine fear when Absinthe lets go and moves to stand. Before he can do that, Levity quickly reaches out to take his hands - gently, gently, he can't touch him otherwise after all, - and tries to pull him back.]

N-No, I'm sorry, I promise--I deserve it, I know, it's fine, please...

[He's pleading, as though a lot (a LOT) more afraid of what might happen otherwise.]