It was harder to ignore the words than he'd previously thought, especially when the stupid lines had their double meanings which was probably intentional, but not in this sense. Shakespeare never could have known that his play would be performed by modern versions of Erik and Christine - or whatever the hell they were supposed to be. Bran wasn't even sure anymore.
Although his gaze looked upwards, he didn't meet Lotte's eyes, instead focusing on a spot past her. He said his lines with as little emotion as possible, but the irony was still there. "I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate..." He frowned. No, it wasn't. "Than death prorogued, wanting of your love." Some of the lines probably weren't quite right, but he didn't care. He tried to hurry through his parts as quickly as he could, silently urging Lotte to do the same when hers came.