She sends back sounds of grumbling disbelief, and, a few moments later, the door opens, revealing his daughter, standing nearly seven feet tall, shorter than the average minotaur, but voluptuously attractive, to them at the very least, although clearly bearing some demonic traits. She's dressed in a loose-fitting, and rather revealing outfit, and the smell of sweat an sex hangs in the air, and especially around her.<br/><br/>She grunts as she sees hi, then leads him inside; it's not a terribly large building, by minotaur standards, and as they make their way to the central room, a half-dressed male is making his way out, clutching the rest of his clothes. "They were probably more surprised to learn we were related, because I've been using this disguise," she explains.