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

<passage>:
Venusian speech, "How I envy you, Koroby! I wish I were being married tonight, like you!" Koroby stared defiantly at the laughing faces of her bridesmaids. She shrugged hopelessly. "I don't care," she said slowly. "It will be nice to have Yasak for a husband—yes. And perhaps I do love him. I don't know." She tightened her lips as she reflected on it. She left them, moving gracefully to the door. Venus-girls were seemed incapable of the slightest exertion. But Koroby's body was—compared to her friends'—voluptuous. She rested against the door-frame, watching the red of the afterglow deepen to purple. "I want romance," she said, so softly that the girls had to strain forward to hear her. "I wish that there were other worlds than this—and that someone would drop out of the skies and claim do you think that it would look a little too much—?" Her eyes sought the mirror, and her lips parted in an irreprehensible smile. She trilled softly to herself, "Yes, I am beautiful tonight—the loveliest woman Yasak will ever see!" And then, regretfully, sullenly, "But oh, if only He would come ... the man of my dreams!" they turned. One of the litter-bearers loomed darker than the gloomy sky. "Are you ready?" he asked. Koroby twirled before the mirror, criticizing her appearance. "Yes, ready," she said. "Goodbye, Koroby!" farewells, shreds of advice. Trossa began to cry. Finally Koroby broke experimentally. Yes, it was soft .... And fragrant, too—a shade too fragrant. It smelled stale, hinting of other occupants, other brides "You're comfortable?" the litter bearer asked. Koroby nodded, and the Koroby fingered the flowers around her throat, her eyes rapt on the along, and Koroby heard one of the bearers exclaim gruffly, "Listen!" Koroby peered out. "A Koroby lifted a hand. "Stop the litter," she said. shining steadily, green as the flashes had been. Noticing it, Koroby knows how far away that light is? Besides, you're on your way to be married." "Take me to that light!" she persisted. They set the litter down. "We can't do that," one man said to another. The men eyed each other, mentally shrugging. "Well—" one yielded. The girl whirled impatiently on the others. "Hurry!" she cried. "If you Koroby stopped short, clasping her hands and involuntarily uttering a squeal of joyful excitement, for between her and the blaze, his eyes on the destruction, stood a man..... Koroby hastily grasped a corner of her gown, moistened it with saliva, whispered urgently, reaching after her, but Koroby pushed him away. The But Koroby, with supreme confidence, walked toward the stranger, her lovely body graceful as a cat's, her face radiant. The man did not hear her. She halted behind him, waited silent, expectant, excited—but he did not turn. The green fire sputtered upward. At last the girl stepped to the man's side and gently touched him again. He turned, and her heart faltered: she swayed with bliss. He was probably a god. Not even handsome Yasak looked like this. Here was a face so finely-chiseled, so perfectly proportioned, that it was would not even make a decent club! The stranger did not speak, merely gazed deeply into Koroby's eyes. And she, returning the gaze, wondered if he was peering into her very soul. The words of a folk-ballad came to her: "—He'll smile and touch my cheek, And maybe more We'll know the score—" Suddenly he put his hands to her cheeks and bent close to her, his eyes peering into hers as though he were searching for something he had lost in them. She spoke her thought: "What are you doing? You seem to be reading my mind!" Without removing hands, he nodded. "Reading—mind." He stared long into her eyes. His dispassionate, too-perfect face began to frighten her. She slipped back from him, her hand clutching her throat. Koroby watched him, forgot her fear, and went eagerly to him, took his arm. "Who are you?" she asked. "Tell me your name!" asked, "Is it far? Have you come to take me there?" Here the similarity between her dream and actual experience ended. What was he thinking as he eyed her for a long moment? She had no way of guessing. He said, "No, I am not going to take you back there." Her whisper. They watched the melting globe sag on the sand. Then Koroby "But my race is infinitely superior to yours," he said blandly. "You little people—ah—" He gestured airily. Her lips tightened and her eyes narrowed. "And I?" His voice sounded almost surprised. "What about you?" "You see nothing about me worthy of your respect? Are you infinitely me ?" He looked her up and down. "Of course!" Her eyes jerked wide open and she took a deep breath. "And just who do you think you are? A god?" Koroby cut him short. "What's your name?" said to Koroby, "I realize from the pictures in your mind that there He handed the stick to Koroby, but she was afraid to touch it. This was a strange light that gave no heat, nor flickered in the breeze. Finally she accepted it from him, but carried it gingerly at arm's length. She refused to believe that he had no name, and so he named himself. "Call me Robert. It is an ancient name on Terra." "Robert," she said, and, "Robert." But at last she could go no farther. She had forced herself along because she wanted to impress this indifferent man that she was not as inferior as he might think—but now she could not go on. With a little weary that the very pain of it seemed on the point of pleasure. Robert dipped down, scooped her up, and carried her. Lights glimmered ahead shouts reached them. It was a searching party, "It makes no difference," Robert said. glanced at Robert furtively to see if this had impressed him at all. A woman came to the bed. She was stocky and wore drab grey: the blue circles tattooed on her cheeks proclaimed her a slave. "How do you feel?" she asked. "Oh," Koroby said disappointedly, and sat upright. "I feel as if I'd the door of Robert's room. "May I come in?" furious. Robert! Aren't you listening?" "Don't you think it was an exciting dream?" He shook his head. "But why? Robert"—she laid longing hands on his shoulders—"can't you see that I'm in love with you?" He shrugged. "I believe you don't know what love is!" "I had a faint idea of it when I looked into your mind," he said. "I'm afraid I haven't any use for it. Where I come from there is no love, and there shouldn't be here, either. It's a waste of time." "Robert—I'm mad about you! I've dreamed of your coming—all my life! could kill you!" Robert stood immobile, no trace of feeling marring the perfection of his face. "I could kill you, and I will kill you!" she sprang at him. "You'll hurt yourself," he admonished kindly, and after she had Koroby huddled on a chair, sobbing. Then she dried her eyes on the him like the spreading wake of a boat. Koroby stood on tip-toe, waving to hear. She watched him a little longer. Then she deliberately stooped and drew the wall than where the others were gathered. They could glimpse Robert

<question>:
How does Robert view Koroby?

<options>:
A He views her as an obstacle to getting back home to his planet
B He views her as a primitive being needing protection
C He views her as an inferior being and feels only apathy for her
D He views her as a potential mate

<answer>:

C