Loki knew which option she probably wished it to be. He reacted as though she'd been telling him not to apologize. To drive home the point that he wasn't going to stop touching her - that she shouldn't want him to - Loki took one of her fingertips just a bit between his lips to suck lightly on it for a moment.

"Yes," he murmured, lacing their fingers together after that - a gesture that, while gentle, was also insistently intimate. "An apology does not suffice. You are, of course, correct." He moved to trail the fingers of his other hand in a slow, light caress down her chest, along her stomach, just a bit lower but not quite as low as he wanted. "And I did not come merely to apologize. Actions speak louder than words, do they not? And I mean to show you just how very dear to me you've become, at your worst and at your best."