"Tell me who did it so I can buy them a drink," he says simply as he looks closer. It doesn't seem to be anything deadly, judging by the amount it was (or rather, wasn't) bleeding, but he knows that Scratch isn't out of the woods just yet. The potential for infection was one that he severely doubts the entity had ever dealt with before.

Part of Alan wants to just leave it be, hope the bastard gets septic and rots. It'd solve no small number of his own problems. And yet...

"...come on. Follow me, and don't try to finish the job of what that guy tried to do to me," he mutters, turning around and starting to lead him to his nearby cabin.