Rodgers stopped each of Acon's punches, laughing. Alex was about to jab Lennox again, but Tryp rested a paw gently on his shoulder. "No...not yet." Alex nodded, and walked away, as Tryp stooped, and picked up Lennox. "Mm...yes, yes you'll do quite well. Rodgers, leave." Rodgers ducked a few more punches, and then left swiftly. Tryp blocked Acon's path, and smiled. "Well done, dear! You gave my two best henchmen a run for their money." He reached into his pocket, and gave her the key. "Can you tell me something?" Tryp pet Lennox gently as he spoke, an evil smile playing across his lips.