She took the answer and turned it around and around in her head. Then, very carefully, she offered, "It wouldn't."
Of course, she knew he didn't sleep. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't do so many things that even her own superior engineered form still needed - though in smaller quantities than most humans. Of course, she knew. But she'd also been told that when someone cared about someone else, really cared, they stayed at night. They held onto what they cared about. Leeloo thought it was nice, from Peter - a sweet gesture.
But from Eric, who had never done that before, she found as the days and nights passed that she wanted it more and more from him. She craved it, even, craved the closeness in a way she hadn't with Peter.