Quickly, he wiped at his face and neck with his hands, trying to clear most of the blood away. It wasn't an action of true attention to detail, however, and he left swipes of it behind. An afterthought, more than anything, Aidan had wanted less of the blood he'd spent the day collecting to be evident, but he couldn't bring himself to truly care all the way.
Aidan took Leeloo by the hand, exiting the strip club with a harsh jerk to the door which sent the body resting against it sprawling. He turned to make sure that her eyes were still closed.
"No peeking, now." He gently urged.
The desire was to drain her all here and now, but the risk of making himself sick was too present. Aidan was aware enough to know that every single tiny drop was precious and he couldn't lose any of it. He was not aware enough to understand how insane his plan was, or how twisted his need was. Or what it was he was actually doing.
As soon as they were outside, Aidan gave her a little tug. He wanted to run, but her wound was not healed enough, it would just open again and he would lose drips of her along the way.
"This will be the most fun part, Leeloo." Aidan turned his back toward her. "It's called the piggy back race. We have to be faster than the wind, so I will be the piggy. Jump on."
"Now that's just fucked up, Aidan." Bishop hadn't walked through the door with them, yet there he was. "I'm not going to lie and say that you shouldn't do this, or I'm not enjoying this, by any means. But piggy? What is wrong with you?"
"Shut the fuck up, Bishop." Aidan snapped, not thinking.