While Qilby talks, Apollo decides to get comfortable. So she wiggles and turns around in her chair, sinking down a bit with a concentrated sort of look on her face, until finally she finds a spot her butt agrees with. She murmurs a little "ah" under her breath, then stretches out her legs and rests her feet against the corner edge of the table. Yes there, perfect. For now.

And now that she's done fidgeting, Apollo turns her attention back to Qilby. "Resentful?" She hasn't had a whole lot of interaction with the other flights, but, "Huh, thought our flight's 'spose to be the dragonsworn assholes. Which colour should I be worried about?"

For the most part, Apollo seems to be following and believing him. She has her questions, sure, but she isn't even aware of the fact that the glib tongue ability even exists, let alone is an ability that all blacksworn are able to use, so she isn't suspicious that maybe he's leaving out some details here. Envy can be a very real threat - that's something she knows quite well, holding a powerful position in her world where if someone wishes to take it all they have to do is kill her. So she listens, and when she realizes what he intends to ask of her, she begins to laugh.

"So you're askin' me to help protect you, is that it?" It's not a yes, but it's not a no either.