"I couldn't say," Eames says with a shrug. Most of the Seelie he's met just don't have the stomach for the kinds of things he's done in the last year alone, he's not about to send Sylvia to their doorsteps. He really can't think of anyone he'd be willing to have her investigate, "partially because I legitimately have no idea, but also because I don't actually trust you with fae affairs."

It's very conversational, the way he says it. Probably because he's not actually intending to be rude, it's just best not to let her get the idea they're going to buddy cop this mystery or something.