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 By ROBERT F. YOUNG Blake resumed watching. The girl's movements were a delicate blend of love and lust. Her face accompanied her body, eyes half-lidded one sector. In common with all chocoletto huts, Eldoria's was uncared for 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— A human girl. wait for Eldoria?" she asked. nevertheless, he found the present example of man's inhumanity to man sickening. "How old are you?" Blake asked. "Fourteen." "And what are you going to be when you grow up?" institute of higher learning. And when I come of age, she is going to give me my freedom." "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." "Nathan," Blake said. "Nathan Blake." "Eldoria will be arriving soon. I must go and prepare her dais." 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. Presently the girl returned, and not long afterward the cloying scent He was relieved when Eldoria finally arrived. She ushered him into waterways lay upon the floor, contrasting pleasantly with the golden Blake sat down upon it. Nervously he watched Eldoria slip out of her She noticed the back-and-forth movement of his eyes. "You need not fear the little one," she said, laying her hand upon his knee. "She will not enter." "It's not that so much," Blake said. "What?" The warm bronze shoulder was touching his.... He rose up once in the night, thinking to find his hotel bed. His next awakening was in the grayness of dawn, and he got up and dressed and moved silently to the doorway. The girl slept just without the arras on a thin sleeping-mat, and he had to step over her to gain the anteroom. In sleep, a strand of her copper-colored hair had tumbled down across her forehead and lay like a lovely flower upon the virginal whiteness a little closer now. Ever since he had first set foot into his mind, some ten hours ago, 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. Probably she had taken it for granted that the mere act of hiding out in her tracker's mind was in itself a sufficient guarantee of her safety. After all, she had no way of knowing that he had discovered her Blake. At Blake's entry he went right on smoking and watching as though The memory was a treasured one—the old man had perished in a 'copter crash several years ago—and for a long while Blake did not move. He had never been in his own mind before. Consequently he was more preparing a meal she had served twenty-three years ago. He regarded her with moist eyes. She had died a dozen years before his father, but the wound that her death had caused had never healed. He wanted to go up behind her and touch her shoulder and say, "What's for supper, mom?" but he knew it would do no good. For her he had no reality, not only because he was far in her future, but because in his mind-world she was a mortal and he, a god—a picayune god, perhaps, but a real one. fifteen-year-old self lolling on the bed with a dog-eared copy of The Galaxy Boys and the Secret of the Crab Nebula might be women. To his consternation he discovered that he was even more loath to go back and accost them than he had been before. He to revisit, nor a moment that he cared to relive, but Sabrina's trail led straight across the artificially stunted grass toward the little 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 the face that did not as yet exist, and the brown hair was shot with streaks of gray that had yet to come into being. Lord, he must have been feeling old to have pictured himself like that! 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 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 you know about conscience?" Deirdre demanded. "Conscience Blake Past stood up too. "No, not yet. I'll walk back to the sorority 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 All that existed for Blake Present were the diminishing figures of the in some copywriter's mind, hated him too. In fact, judging from the greater thinness of her face and the more pronounced darkness of her His fear resulted from the realization that his mind-world contained phenomena it had no right to contain—not if he was nearly as well-adjusted as he considered himself to be. The three women standing before him definitely were not memory-images. They were too vivid, for Blake stared at them open-mouthed. Then he turned and fled. he invariably thought of the bleak and lonely little room with its 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, own mind had created a walking-talking Virgin Mary who watched over her wherever she went. And once, after tracking down an ex-enlisted man, he had found his quarry holed up in the memory-image of an army barracks with a ten-star general waiting on him hand and foot. But these, and other, similar, cases, had to do with mal-adjusted people, 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. table no longer bare. blackened from smoke. The grill-work of the hearth was begrimed with

<question>:
Why does shame flame in Blake's cheeks when Deirdre goes to prepare Eldoria's dias?

<options>:
A He is embarrassed at the thought that Deirdre might enter the room while he is sleeping with Eldoria.
B He feels that prostitution is morally reprehensible.
C He feels guilty about sleeping with Eldoria when there's a child in the hut, Deirdre, who knows exactly what's going on.
D He feels guilty about wishing Deirdre was older so he could sleep with her instead.

<answer>:

C