"I have no idea.  It depends on who Grandpa is."  Pulling his knife out again, he easily cut through the rope binding the girl's wrists.  "My name's Dave, who are you?"<br/><br/>Since she didn't seem too disturbed by everything else that just went down, Dave went ahead and channeled a bit of his supernatural handsomeness in the form of ridding himself and his clothes of all the minotaur blood.