[ Alan just glares at Mr. Scratch, because he can't tell if the man is actually hearing him or not. This could just be a very well organized recording meant to get under his skin. And like it or not, it is getting under his skin, and he's all but certain that the doppelganger knows that too, in spite of his efforts to conceal his irritation. ]

Why wouldn't I deny what you're saying? Why would I even listen to anything you're saying? Have you ever been truthful about anything? And that shows how much you know about me and my life, but why should I tell you anything about myself when you've already decided you know all there is to know?

[ The glare he gives at the screen is absolutely rage-filled, but Alan forces himself to try and push down the strong reaction. He hates Mr. Scratch with a passion; that much is obvious. But that hate only grows with each mention of Alice and Jesse. ]

You know what? I do have something on you, something you won't ever guess. And you know why you won't guess it? It's because you can't guess it. You don't think like real people do... like actual, living people. I don't even know why I bother talking to you. It's like talking to a wall, except the wall would be more interesting.