Regardless of whether Donovan took the coin or left it, it was given and thereby Diego felt his pet peeve alleviated.  The bard headed off for the night, but Diego wasn't quite tired enough to call it a night yet.  Unfortunately, with the tavern more or less shut down for clean up, he was left without his gambling group.  So, he simply picked up two of the glasses of whiskey and raised one in offering to Retta.  "Join me for a drink upstairs?  If your taste for men in taverns hasn't been entirely soured, that is." he asked with an amused grin.  He honestly didn't expect her to take him up on it, but it was the thought that counted.