"How interesting." He hadn't been human in centuries...that was why he hadn't recognized it for what it was. If that was the case, then it was clearly some sort of powerful magic that was changing them. He'd been created by a prince of Hell...no simple spell could break that.
It also explained why these pancakes tasted so much better to him than normal and why the thought of drinking blood was, vaguely, unappetizing.

Another interesting thing was that it sounded as if this place were in some sort of political turmoil. Some things would never change. "I've not heard of ghosts existing, however, I doubt I have much room to talk. May I ask, my lady, what sort of being you are normally? I'm afraid my curiosity rivals a cat's."