Bran had his entire body pressed against the wall, straining to hear her response - if there was one at all. It was mainly curiosity mingled with a desire to hear her voice again, for more than just a minute or two, to get a proper sense of its potential.
There was simply silence overlaid by muttered words, clearly not meant as any kind of answer to his question. Instead of deterring him, however, it only encouraged him. He'd seen things like fear before, heard them; and if her voice continued to hesitate then she would be wasting any talent she might possess. It needed to be overcome.
"Silence does not suit you, mademoiselle." The word slipped out unbidden, but he rather liked the sound of it. It suited the sentence, he thought, and made the words flow.