He didn't want to hear her objections, because what was done was done and nothing she said could change what her final choice had been. There was also the pain of remembering that he would prefer to avoid - all the confusion and memories could be put aside for now and dealt with later. Bran watched her reaction to the music carefully, wondering if she understood why he'd chosen it. Despite the fact that the lament was sung by a woman, the emotions it could evoke surpassed futile restrictions like gender.
Bran tore his attention away from her and focused on the music, barely hesitating to position his fingers over the keys before beginning, a few notes leading into the aria before his voice joined in.
"Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me, On thy bosom let me rest, More I would, but Death invades me; Death is now a welcome guest."
He paused briefly, turning slightly to look at her. "Now it is your turn - continue, and sing the lament of the broken hearted."