He nodded, a slight tension in his shoulders the only sign that he acknowledged what she was referring to when she said 'the other evening'. The man she'd met that night was never real, and even though 'Trevor' would have to stick around for numerous reasons, Lotte was past that now. There was no point in pretending any longer. "It's a sort of... prosthetic mask, if you will. It's difficult to apply and even harder to remove, but it resembles human skin as much as anything." He didn't see the harm in telling her that, since Ella and Sherri had clearly seen that his face was scarred, and common sense said that he had to wear something to hide it. Usual makeup wouldn't do it.
How he got the scars, however, was another matter entirely. Bran shook his head, swallowing a deep gulp of tea to stall for time. "It happened a long time ago. I was burned and the wounds never healed properly." He was very wary of revealing anything beyond that.