I do worry somewhat that you would agree to something simply out of desire to make it up to me.

[But! There's bloodplay (gooplay? gross) to be had. Levity's breathing grows deeper, eyes fixed on Absinthe's skin as he presses the edge of the knife down - first just to break skin, draw ichor, but...

His eyes flicker up to Absinthe's as though asking permission before he presses down more.]