"I didn't get a lot of information. She was scared. He wasn't exactly the way I'd described him, but it was close enough that she came to report." He brushed his fingers against her cheek. "And no, I couldn't lead with that. Not until you drew the line yourself and knew you weren't giving up."
Harry checked his pockets and found the small white bakery bag he'd purchased on the way over. He'd already eaten two of the remaining doughnuts, but two remained. He passed one to Dinah, white cake doughnuts with vanilla icing and a smatter of sprinkles, and chewed at his lower lip for a moment. "Put your fingers in your ears," he directed. Then added, with a mildly apologetic smile, "Please."
It went with the investigator instinct of keeping his sources confidential, but also with the ingrained conduct in dealing with any/i> of the sidhe - caution and discretion.