Bit of both, don't you think? I'm surprised a wayward bird of prey, let alone one of these Unseelie, hasn't swooped you up yet...

[ faquarl absentmindedly spins the cleaver, by its handle, around his finger. if he concentrates, he can hear the steady beat of the jersey devil's wings from around the corner. ]

... The odds aren't zero that this won't turn noisy. Are you fast?

[ he's asking if they're speedy enough to avoid more unseelie joining the fray. ]