Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
that was the trouble. I'd stay at the controls as long as I could, then lock her on paused. "I guess the automatic deflectors slowed me up or I would have been a cinder by this time," he said. The girl didn't reply. She continued to watch him, a faint enigmatic smile on her lips. Jonathan glanced away in embarrassment. He wished The girl shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know." "You don't know!" He almost forgot his self-consciousness in his "But that was three years ago." "Has it been that long? We lost track of time." She didn't take her eyes off him, not for a second. Such attention made him acutely self conscious. She said, "I'm Ann. Ann Clotilde. I was hunting when I saw "I think so," he said. Jonathan Fawkes fidgeted uncomfortably. He would rather pilot a space ship through a meteor field than face twenty-seven young women. They were the only thing in the Spaceways of which he was in awe. Then he She said: "Get down!" Her voice was agitated. She flung herself on her stomach and began to crawl away from the wreck. Jonathan Fawkes stared after her stupidly. "Get down!" she reiterated in a furious voice. He let himself to his hands and knees. "Ouch!" he said. He felt like he was being jabbed with pins. He must be one big bruise. He scuttled after the girl. "What's wrong?" "Why won't the Centaurs follow us into the hills?" he panted. "Too rough. They're like horses," she said. "Nothing but a goat could get around in the hills." "No!" She clutched his arm. He was surprised at the strength of her grip. "They'd kill you," she said. "I can sneak back," he insisted stubbornly. "They might loot the ship. "No!" He lifted his eyebrows. He thought, she is an amazon! He firmly detached her hand. under her. Like a cat he scrambled up and wrenched the spear away. "Don't let him get away!" cried Ann. A third girl skidded around the bend in the canyon. Jonathan backed off warily. Ann Clotilde cried in anguish: "Don't let him get away!" weight. They bound him hand and foot. Then four of them picked him up tough. And these girls had trounced him. Girls! He almost wept from mortification. He said, "Put me down. I'll walk." "You won't try to get away?" said Ann. "No," he replied with as much dignity as he could summon while being held aloft by four barbarous young women. "Let him down," said Ann. "We can catch him, anyway, if he makes a break." Jonathan Fawkes' humiliation was complete. He meekly trudged between two husky females, who ogled him shamelessly. He was amazed at the ease "I'm not afraid," said Jonathan hotly. To prove it he trod the narrow ledge with scorn. His foot struck a pebble. Both feet went out from he thought he was gone, then Ann grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, like a baby on a leash. He was too crestfallen to resent it. like the neighing of horses. Amazons and centaurs, he thought again. He couldn't get the problem of the girls' phenomenal strength out of his mind. Then it occurred to him that the asteroid, most likely, was smaller even than Earth's ordeal. He would have sat down and refused to budge except that he knew the girls would hoist him on their shoulders and bear him into the camp like a bag of meal. "Oh," came a disappointed chorus. "He's a man," said the green-eyed blonde. "That's the next best thing." like a mouse hemmed in by a ring of cats. forward and held his chair. They all waited politely for him to be seated before they took their places. He felt silly. He felt like a captive princess. All the confidence engendered by the familiar women. As the meal boisterously progressed, he regained sufficient courage a whole roast fowl, tore it apart with her fingers, gnawed a leg. She caught him staring at her and rolled her eyes at him. He returned his gaze to his plate. fishing tomorrow." She winked at him so brazenly that he choked on a bone. "Heaven forbid," he said. until the cups and plates danced. Jonathan had gathered that she was called Billy. "Quiet!" She shrieked in her loud strident voice. "Let him be. He can't go anywhere for a few days. He's just been through a wreck. He needs rest." She turned to Jonathan who had shrunk down in his chair. "How "Is there any chance of patching it up?" He considered the question. More than anything else, he decided, he wanted to sleep. "What?" he said. They expelled their breath, but not for an instant did they relax the barrage of their eyes. He shifted position in embarrassment. The movement pulled his muscles like a rack. Furthermore, an overpowering lassitude was threatening to pop him off to sleep before their eyes. girls and he wants to sleep." "He is asleep," said the green-eyed blonde. tug. "It's no use," groaned Ann, straightening up and wiping her bright yellow hair back from her eyes. "His feet have swollen. We'll have to cut them off." hanging around. As long as he was an invalid he was safe, he hoped. He sighed. Not every man could be waited on so solicitously by off in cavalier fashion. He hobbled to the creek, sat down beneath the shade of a tree. He just wasn't the type, he supposed. And it might be "How's the invalid?" she said, seating herself beside him. "Hot, isn't it?" he said. He started to rise. Ann Clotilde placed the flat of her hand on his chest and shoved. " Ooof! " he grunted. He sat "Don't get up because of me," she informed him. "It's my turn to cook, but I saw you out here beneath the trees. Dinner can wait. Jonathan do you know that you are irresistible?" She seized his shoulders, stared into his eyes. He couldn't have felt any more uncomfortable had a hungry boa constrictor draped itself in his arms. He mopped his brow with his sleeve. recover his nerve. She said, "You're the best looking thing." She rumpled his hair. "I can't keep my eyes off you." Jonathan put his arm around her gingerly. "Ouch!" He winced. He had forgotten his sore muscles. "I forgot," said Ann Clotilde in a contrite voice. She tried to rise. "You're hurt." He pulled her back down. "Not so you could notice it," he grinned. Jonathan leaped to his feet, dumping Ann to the ground. He jerked her stand beside him. He noticed that she was holding her spear at a menacing angle. She said in an angry voice: "He's mine. I found him. Leave him alone." "You have not," snapped Billy. "You'll do just as we say." She took a step toward him. Jonathan edged away in consternation. "He's going to run!" Olga shouted. At the spot where he and Ann had first crawled away from the centaurs, Jonathan laughed outright. "You are sure you won't return, young man?" He shook his head. They argued, they cajoled, but Jonathan was adamant. He said, "You might report my accident to Universal. Tell them to stop

<question>:
Why does Johnathan put his arm around Ann?

<options>:
A Because he thinks it'll make the other women so jealous that they'll start a fight which will give him a chance to escape.
B Because he's interested in sleeping with her.
C Because he thinks that if he flatters Ann she might help him escape the other wild women.
D Because he's afraid she'll hurt him if he doesn't feign interest in her.

<answer>:

B