"Retta," Diego replied, making sure he was pronouncing it correctly, "I would give me too much thanks, I just gave them a beating they sorely needed and not entirely on my own.  Even I can't take on five men and come out unscathed." On that note, he dabbed his lip with a finger and saw it come back bloody, grinning as he added, "All that for a drop of blood."<br/><br/>He returned her knowing look as she feigned ignorance about the magic she'd used before, but didn't pursue it, instead turning his attention to the bard and his pompous, theatrical performance of his life story that Diego honestly didn't remember asking for.  He seemed a friendly enough sort, though, so perhaps he was being too harsh.  Still, how the hell did someone talk so damn much while actually saying so little?<br/><br/>However, Diego caught the coin out of the air, giving Donny a pointed look as he said in a tone dripping with forced levity, "I am not a man who enjoys being in anyone's debt, even if the only one who recognizes it is myself.  Take the coin.  Have a drink.  On me." His smile was friendly enough, but his tone suggested that if Donny spurned his gesture again, he was going to get the coin shoved so far up his ass he'd have sparkly shit for a month.  He punctuated this notion by flipping the coin back and letting it hit the rim of the bard's tankard before plonking into the liquid left inside.<br/><br/>"A personal invitation to our gracious Lord Rufus' estate?  I think we would be most honored to accompany you, Maestro.  Wouldn't we, Retta?" Diego said with a glance at his new companion and an unmistakable glimmer of mischief in his eye.