The whip is with the books. Forgive me if I don't consider it a priority right now, considering I can't handle it unless I'm wearing thick hide gloves.

[Even then, it hurt to handle, but Alucard could manage.]

Nothing came through beside yourself. As for the rest, whatever it is, it can wait. [It probably can't wait, but right now Leon is centuries ahead of the thing.

It is with a tired sigh that Alucard sets everything down, and he reaches into his bag. He's found a pair of older gloves to work with for now, and that'll have to be enough of a barrier. The scissors come out next, and they're placed down on the ground.]

Wounds. Indicate where they are.