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

<passage>:
The Aga Kaga wanted peace—a his chair. "What's the Corps going to do about the Aga Kagans?" enjoy it. The Aga Kagans have picked this as a good time to move in. "They tried to get the Aga Kagans to join in and help them beat "I'm warning you, Retief!" the Under-Secretary snapped, leaning Back in the corridor, Magnan turned to Retief. "When will you learn "Don't bother," Retief said. "I have a draft all ready to go." "That would have been a mistake," said Retief. "The Aga Kagans are "Strong-arm lads, eh? What have you got in mind, Retief?" "That," said Retief, "should lend just the right note of solidarity to arm. "Keep calm, Georges," he said. "Remember, we're on a diplomatic mission. It wouldn't do to come to the conference table smelling of goats." "Let me at 'em!" Georges roared. "I'll throttle 'em with my bare hands!" A bearded goat eyed the Boyar Chef sardonically, jaw working. "Look at that long-nosed son!" The goat gave a derisive bleat and took another mouthful of ripe grain. "Did you see that?" Georges yelled. "They've trained the son of a—" "Chin up, Georges," Retief said. "We'll take up the goat problem along with the rest." "I'll murder 'em!" "Hold it, Georges. Look over there." A hundred yards away, a trio of brown-cloaked horsemen topped a rise, paused dramatically against the cloudless pale sky, then galloped the ridge to the air-car where Retief and the Chef d'Regime hovered, waiting. Georges scrambled for the side of the car. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on him!" Retief pulled him back. "Sit tight and look pleased, Georges. Never give the opposition a hint of your true feelings. Pretend you're a goat lover—and hand me one of your cigars." The three horsemen pulled up in a churn of chaff and a clatter of pebbles. Georges coughed, batting a hand at the settling dust. Retief peeled the cigar unhurriedly, sniffed, at it and thumbed it alight. He "Have no fear," Retief said, smiling graciously. "He who comes as a guest enjoys perfect safety." The leader edged his horse close, eyed Retief fiercely. "We welcome no Retief puffed at his cigar, eyeing the Aga Kagan cheerfully. The youth "Never give in to the fool, lest he say, 'He fears me,'" Retief said. "I cannot restrain my men in the face of your insults," the bearded Aga Kagan roared. "These hens of mine have feathers—and talons as well!" axe?" he enquired rhetorically. "You shall visit the Aga Kaga, then. brief farewell." The horsemen glowered, then, at a word from the leader, took positions around the car. Georges started the vehicle forward, following the leading rider. Retief leaned back and let out a long sigh. "That was close," he said. "I was about out of proverbs." "You sound as though you'd brought off a coup," Georges said. "From the expression on the whiskery one's face, we're in for trouble. What was he saying?" there, remember to make your flattery sound like insults and your insults sound like flattery, and you'll be all right." "These birds are armed. And they don't like strangers," Georges said. "Maybe I should have boned up on their habits before I joined this expedition." "Get out," Blackbeard ordered. The guards eyed the visitors, their drawn sabers catching sunlight. Retief and Georges stepped from the car onto rich rugs spread on the grass. They followed the ferocious The reclining giant waved a hand languidly. "Never mind the formalities," he said. "Approach." Retief and Georges crossed the thick rugs. A cold draft blew toward "Night and the horses and the desert know me," he said in resonant tones. "Also the sword and the guest and paper and pen—" He exchanged muted remarks. Then the bearded man stepped back, ducked his head and withdrew to the rear. "Excellency," Retief said, "I have the honor to present M. Georges Retief said. "No goat-meat will be required." III Handmaidens brought cushions, giggled and fled. Retief and Georges "Come to the point," the Aga Kaga cut in. "You're here to lodge a The Aga Kaga guffawed. "For a diplomat, you speak plainly, Retief. Have another drink." He poured, eyeing Georges. "What of M. Duror? How does he feel about it?" Georges took a thoughtful swallow of whiskey. "Not bad," he said. "But not quite good enough to cover the odor of goats." myself," he said. "Still, the graybeards insisted. And I need their support." "Also," Georges said distinctly, "I think you're soft. You lie around letting women wait on you, while your betters are out doing an honest day's work." hunt well, fight well and take my share of pleasure. I leave to others the arid satisfactions of self-denial and other perversions." "You admit you're here to grab our land, then," Georges said. "That's the damnedest piece of bare-faced aggression—" "Ah, ah!" The Aga Kaga held up a hand. "Watch your vocabulary, my holding onto their own. Unfair, you say. But that's life, my friends. And I shall continue to take every advantage of it." "We'll fight you!" Georges bellowed. He took another gulp of whiskey and slammed the glass down. "You won't take this world without a struggle!" "Another?" the Aga Kaga said, offering the bottle. Georges glowered as his glass was filled. The Aga Kaga held the glass up to the light. "Excellent color, don't you agree?" He turned his eyes on Georges. "It's pointless to resist," he said. "We have you outgunned and outmanned. Your small nation has no chance against us. But we're prepared to be generous. You may continue to occupy such areas as we do you'll be ready to move in," the Boyar Chef d'Regime snapped. "But you'll find that we aren't alone!" "Ah, but they grew incautious. They went too far, too fast." "The confounded impudence," Georges rasped. "Tells us to our face what he has in mind!" "An ancient and honorable custom, from the time of "I shall know when to stop," the Aga Kaga said. "Yes, perfectly so," the Aga Kaga said. "None would dare to intrude in my council." He cocked an eyebrow at Retief. "You have a proposal to make in confidence? But what of our dear friend Georges? One would not like to see him disillusioned." "Don't worry about Georges. He's a realist, like you. He's prepared to deal in facts. Hard facts, in this case." The Aga Kaga nodded thoughtfully. "What are you getting at?" more in order than hand-wringing." The Aga Kaga frowned. "Your manner—" "Never mind our manners!" Georges blurted, standing. "We don't need any lessons from goat-herding land-thieves!"

<question>:
Why does Retief want Georges to accompany him to see the leader of the Aga Kagans?

<options>:
A He thinks that Georges' terraforming technology will appeal to the Aga Kagans' economic interests
B He thinks that Georges will remind the Aga Kagan that if they don't cooperate, there will be consequences
C He thinks that Georges will be able to distract them while he destroys the Aga Kagans' technology
D He thinks that Georges will win them over with his charisma

<answer>:

B