Harry turned so that Dinah could see the little pixie. He gave her a nod, letting her know she could unplug her ears.
"Now, Missy," Harry said. "It could be your doughnut. But I need to know exactly what you saw about Jake."
The pixie stood straight up, right hand going to her forehead in a salute. "Yes, Sir Knight and Za-Lord Harry, sir!" She continued that way, speaking clearly, her voice gentle as a bell. "I did see a boy who looked to be the human age of ten, which is younger than his factual age of twelve, sir. His hair was blond, sir, but it was very short on the sides, sir, not long like the picture you showed us. There was a part in the middle that was longer." She raised her hands to show a mohawk cut atop her head. "Those hairs were longer, but not much. He must have cut his hair twice. And it was dark under the hair, like mud stains on his head."
"Mudstains?" Harry lifted his own arm, where a minor bruise was on his elbow. "Did it look like that?"
Missy nodded. "Yes sir!" she said, her excitement making her wings buzz as they fluttered. "But much darker."
Harry frowned, but said to the faerie, "What was he doing?"
The pixie dropped her salute, folding both hands together. "He was... watching. In between buildings. Watching a man and a woman who wanted to mate." Her wings fluttered nervously. "Can I have the doughnut now?"
Harry glanced at Dinah. Then back at Missy. "He only watched them?" Fae couldn't lie. They couldn't speak an untruth. But they were clever bastards at getting around that.