Leeloo stood as still as she could possibly stand, even halting her breathing to comply more fully with The Rules. Usually, games were fun. His hand was very tight on her neck - not too tight, but if she'd been human, perhaps then... Leeloo stared at the shoulder as it came closer and closer to her. She'd have asked what the goals were for the game, but that would require breathing, and moving, and she decided it was better not to.
There was something sharp at her neck, and the sense of something under her skin that shouldn't be, and then a strange pulling. Was this wrong? It didn't feel wrong, but it didn't feel good, either. She'd never been in this situation before. It.... hurt.
But that was all right. Everything was all right. She felt as if she were of two minds, completely divided, but one side of her mind was working to override the other. There was a word for it in her language, and she said it quietly. Then, because she realized she'd not told him, she used the words she was taught long ago, "My name is Leeloo. It's good to meet you. What may I call you?"