"Because my pride demands it." A phrase that sounded overbearing but a bit cheesy, something Desmond would never have said in the past. However, at that moment, a natural arrogance infused his words. He would do what he wanted for the simple reason that he wanted to do it.
The werelion, Rekna, also thought Desmond's words were ridiculous; he seemed like one of those cheap heroes in a children's story. Still, the mangled corpses on the floor and the blood that stained the face of this supposed hero did not let Rekna would take it lightly.
For her part, Aisha found such words to her liking, quite fitting with the beliefs of her kind. So even though she didn't know Desmond, or if he was anyone to trust, at the very least, she now had a good impression of him and was grateful for his help.