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 GIRL IN HIS MIND practiced on the eve of their betrothal. Expurgated or not, however, it was still on the lascivious side. The G-string that constituted the chocoletto girl's entire costume put her but one degree above the nakedness which the original dance demanded. Nathan Blake's voice was slightly thick when he summoned the waiter who was hovering in the shadows at the back of the room. "Is she free?" he asked. Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of splendid. Blake had never seen anyone quite like her. He beckoned to her when the dance was over and, after slipping into a white thigh-length tunic, she joined him at his table. She ordered Martian wine in a liquid voice, and sipped it with a finesse that on the outside, and gave a false impression of poverty. He expected to find the usual hanger-on waiting in the anteroom, and looked forward to booting him out into the alley. Instead he found a young girl— He tried to assimilate the information, but could not. Perceiving his difficulty, the girl went on, "My parents indentured themselves to the out, and in accordance with Interstellar Law I was auctioned off along with the rest of their possessions. Eldoria bought me." Five years as a roving psycheye had hardened Blake to commercial colonization practices man's inhumanity to man sickening. "How old are you?" Blake asked. "Fourteen." "And what are you going to be when you grow up?" "And Homer and Virgil and Aeschylus and Euripides and all the rest of them. When I grow up I shall be a most well-educated person." "I'm sure you will be," Blake said, looking at the arras. "My name is Deirdre." She got up, parted the arras, and slipped into the next room. Shame flamed in Blake's cheeks, and for a moment he considered leaving then he remembered Eldoria's dance, and he went right on sitting where he was. and took up nearly half the floor space. It was strewn with scarlet cushions. Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her "It's not that so much," Blake said. to bring himself to go back and find out who they were and what they wanted. Hence he was as vexed with himself as he was with them. had, for twelve years as a psycheye had taught Blake all the tricks. incongruous, so Blake was not surprised when the Deneb 1 wasteland gave where Blake had lived at a much later date. In reality, the places were Blake. At Blake's entry he went right on smoking and watching as though that constituted Blake's mind-world ceased to be. Ironically, he was crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move. fifteen-year-old self lolling on the bed with a dog-eared copy of The Galaxy Boys and the Secret of the Crab Nebula more loath to go back and accost them than he had been before. He actually had an impulse to flee. attend his protegee's graduation. It was not a place-time that he cared to revisit, nor a moment that he cared to relive, but Sabrina's trail bench where he and Deirdre Eldoria had come to talk after the ceremony was over. He had no choice. slightly deeper than its predecessors indicated that Sabrina had paused by the trunk. Despite himself Blake paused there too. Pain tightened his throat when he looked at Deirdre's delicate profile and copper-colored hair, intensified when he lowered his eyes to the remembered blueness of her graduation dress. The diamond brooch that he had given her as a graduation present, and which she had proudly pinned upon her bodice for the whole wide world to see, made him want to cry. His self-image of two weeks ago shocked him. There were lines on Deirdre was speaking. "Yes," she was saying, "at nine o'clock. And I should very much like for you to come." Blake Past shook his head. "Proms aren't for parents. You know that as well as I do. That young man you were talking with a few minutes ago—he's the one who should take you. He'd give his right arm for the chance." "I'll thank you not to imply that you're my father. One would think from the way you talk that you are centuries old!" "I'm thirty-eight," Blake Past said, "and while I may not be your father, I'm certainly old enough to be. That young man—" A pink flush of anger climbed into Deirdre Eldoria's girlish cheeks. "What right has he he scrimp and go without in order to put me through high school and college? Has he booked passage for me to New Earth and paid my tuition to Trevor University?" "Please," Blake Past said, desperation deepening his voice. "You're only making everything worse. After majoring in Trevorism, you certainly ought to realize by now that there was nothing noble about my buying you after Eldoria died. I only did it to ease my conscience—" "What do you days distant on the new ships." She stood up. "You won't come—I know you won't." She stamped her foot. "And you won't come to the prom either. I know that too. I knew it all along. Sometimes I'm tempted to—" Abruptly she broke off. "Very well then," she went on, "I'll say good-by now then." Blake Past stood up too. "No, not yet. I'll walk back to the sorority house with you." She tossed her head, but the sadness in her tarn-blue eyes belied her Blake Present watched them set out side by side toward the remembered register on Blake Past's mind, they did not exist for Blake Present. Three arms were raised and three forefingers were pointed accusingly at his chest. Three pairs of eyes burned darkly. "You ask us that?" Miss Stoddart said. "Callous creature who did a maiden's innocence affront!" said Officer Finch. "And sought sanctuary in ill-fitting robes of Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled. limitations that applied to his particular crime ran out, and it was equally inevitable that others should follow suit. Society's answer was hadn't constituted a sentimental memory. Whenever Blake accepted a case thin-gauge steel desk and battered filing cabinets, and when he had done so after accepting his case—or was it before? He couldn't quite remember—the mental picture that had come into his mind had revealed open drawers, scattered papers and a general air of disarray. was hiding out in his mind. Retiring to his bachelor quarters, he had entered at the same place-time and set off in pursuit. Only two things bothered Blake. The little office was far in his past, to enable her to use it as a point of entry? The other thing that bothered him was of a much more urgent nature. to create. Therefore, even assuming that Blake was less well-adjusted than he considered himself to be, why had he created three such malevolent super-images as Miss Stoddart, Officer Finch, and Vera Velvetskin? reason for Blake to linger. As a matter of fact, the fascination that had brought the place into being had been replaced by an illogical fascination, and Blake not only lingered but went inside as well.

<question>:
Why does Deirdre get so upset when Blake Past suggests she go to prom with the young man?

<options>:
A Because Blake is trying to guilt Deirdre into going with the young man by telling her that it'll ease her conscience.
B Because Deirdre has fallen in love with Blake, despite his age, and wants him to take her to the prom.
C Because Blake is acting like he's her father, which is a sensitive topic for Deirdre because she lost her real parents.
D Because the young man gave up his right arm in order to afford tickets to the prom, and this disgusts Deirdre.

<answer>:

B