[He flinches slightly when Absinthe takes his hands in turn, but does not resist in the slightest - utterly pliant, really. Wouldn't it be nice not to know that this is obedience borne of mind-numbing fear.

Levity stares at their joined hands, eyes flickering up to Absinthe's face for a brief moment before he looks aside. He seems to be thinking.]

...Does it matter? You said you wanted an apology...