[@Varicke]

The little imp blinked it's large, pale, empty eyes, this patrons request was challenging the bounds of its contract. He was forcing it to think outside the square-cut parameter of its agreement. 

While it wasn't it's duty to prevent conflict, in fact the tavern seemed to rely -thrive even- on a certain level of commotion,  it was however considered undesirable conduct to take something that another patron owned and was not willingly giving up.
So no, it would not take the woman's shiny's.

But at the same time it had to try see to this shadow creatures wishes. Bound by an unseeable force, an ancient contract and a spell cast eons ago.

It could hand over its own drinking horn. 
It would really prefer not to, but it could.
Untying it from its make shift belt, the imp had to flap its wings and take to the air where it reluctantly held out its little magical trinket to Knutik.

No words were said, aloud or otherwise.