The Deputy listened. It's what she was good at. There was more to politics than debate and relaying one's views after all. In this way, the Ordo Dracul was no different than other covenants. Thus, Blackbird restrained herself from uttering a single word as the Dragons spoke.
Lina recieved an expression not unlike the ones she had viewed previously. A contented smirk tainted ever slightly with the cold envy she had of the Grand Wyrm's... presence. Her Soul for lack of a better term. Further her statements regarding the first Principia of the Ordo Dracul appealed to the bird's sense of individuality and need for autonomy. Thus, no overt objection to her words could be seen on the Daeva's face. She simply relaxed as the Gramd Wyrm spoke.
If only her pride allowed the same amicability to Atticus' words.
It was the title that bothered her and it was plain to see. Slave. Once the word was spoken, Blackbird's practiced smile faded and she regarded the Gangrel supplicant with the cold, calculating stare that only a Kindred who has given perhaps too much to her Beast could manage. It was clear. Blackbird's humanity was weathered and her degeneration would not afford her the ability to mask her true thoughts at such a slight. Yet, some deep part knew that if Atticus had spoken out of turn regarding her place in the Dragons, Lina would have already reprimanded him. This meant she was, for the moment, a Slave. Even in the eyes of her ally, Lina. It was a hard pill to swallow and such thoughts were plain on the Daeva's visage.
She was a Slave. Fine.
It still hurt.
Nonetheless, the neonate was not so far gone to lose herself. Blackbird closed her eyes, pulling in a long, unnecessary breath before pushing it out of her lungs. Even in undeath the motion calmed some piece of herself and when she opened her eyes, greeting her new kin again with her pale gaze, she seemed more content and balanced, but at least a tint of her coldness never left her being.
Finally, words came from Dirt Nap's mouth. His words were simple. To the point. No doubt an indication of the viewpoint of the Kindred who spoke them. To him, Blackbird answered only with an expression of neutrality, with the Daeva straining against her instincts to lash out for the previous, imagined slight of Atticus.
"I understand and accept these principles," she offered, her voice controlled, "If I am to be a Slave until I attain understanding of these Coils, what do you ask of me?"
There was an element of bitterness at the end of the statement, with her eyes landing on Lina. Had she accepted a hand up in the Greater Court only to become a servant to Lina and her brethren? Blackbird felt... betrayed, at least partially, and that much was clear. Yet, their was acceptance in her voice, even as her face glinted with a silent rage.