"Some fashion statement you're making with those clothes," Ben shot back easily. It hadn't occurred to him that Michaud wouldn't have even noticed what he was wearing, particularly if it had just changed in the course of the little dark room as it apparently had with Ben. Which, speaking of — horns? He reached up tentatively and discovered that the other man wasn't making that up. His assessment of Ben as a devil seemed fairly accurate, from what Ben could tell. Horns, hooves... a devil, maybe, or some sort of faun. He glanced around looking for a mirror, but saw none in sight. Luckily, at least he wasn't the only person dressed so strangely. Everyone at the party seemed to have some sort of elaborate disguise on.

"Must've been some magic in the closet, then. But I wonder what their game is?" he asked as he looked around at the crowd. "They could've just thrown a masquerade, if that was what the hosts wanted."