Minos was especially proud of his bathroom. The bath was in the middle of the room, and it was the strange placement that had drawn him to the apartment in the first place. It had been a bath that had killed him and so having a bath he could get out of at any angle was the only way he would ever get in one. He never turned on the jets when he was in the water as he just became convinced that the water was boiling. Others enjoyed the jets though, and he let them.
As ever, he left his bathroom door propped open with a rather large rock before slipping into the warm water. He didn't let his death keep him from something so simple, but he wasn't taking any chances either.
Fucking Daedalus.
"It was the size that drew me to it," he smiled and drew her near. "The size and the many escape routes."