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

<passage>:
HER ONLY PASSION WAS BEAUTY—BEAUTY WHICH WOULD LAST FOREVER. AND FOR IT—SHE'D DO ANYTHING! Ninon stretched. And purred, almost. There was something lazily catlike in her flexing languid, yet ferally alert. The silken softness of her the cloth of years that would engarment her eternal youth. Ninon knew was that Time could be manipulated. And she would manipulate it. For Ninon! The door chimes tinkled intimately. Ninon glanced at her watch—Robert was on time. She arose from the couch, made sure that the light was behind her at just the right angle so he could see the outlines of her the desire he felt, Ninon knew, when he saw her. He took one quick step "Ninon, my darling," he whispered huskily. "Not yet, Robert," she whispered. She let him feel the slight but firm resistance so nicely calculated to breach his own waiting for you." She noted, approvingly, that Robert was in his spaceman's uniform, ready for the morrow's flight, as he went past her to the couch. She pushed the button which closed and locked the door, then seated herself beside "Ninon," he said, "you are so beautiful. Let me look at you for a long time—to carry your image with me through all of time and space." Again Ninon let him feel just a hint of resistance, and risked a tiny pout. "If you could just take me with you, Robert...." Robert's face clouded. "If I only could!" he said wistfully. "If there were only room. But this is an experimental flight—no more than two can go." Again his arms went around her and he leaned closer. "Wait!" Ninon said, pushing him back. "Wait? Wait for what?" Robert glanced at his watch. "Time is running out. I have to be at the spaceport by dawn—three hours from now." Ninon said, "But that's three hours, Robert." "But I haven't slept yet tonight. There's been so much to do. I should rest a little." "I'll be more than rest for you." "Yes, Ninon.... Oh, yes." "Not yet, darling." Again her hands were between them. "First, tell me about the flight tomorrow." The young spaceman's eyes were puzzled, hurt. "But Ninon, I've told you before ... there is so much of you that I want to remember ... so little time left ... and you'll be gone when I get back...." Ninon let her gray-green eyes narrow ever so slightly as she leaned away from him. But he blundered on. "... or very old, no longer the Ninon I know ... oh, all right. But you know all this already. We've had space flight for years, but only "Will it work?" Ninon could not keep the avid greediness out of her voice. Robert said, hesitantly, "We think it will. I'll know better by this "And I'll be—old—or dead, when you get back? If you get back?" Robert leaned forward and buried his face in the silvery-blonde hair which swept down over Ninon's shoulders. "Don't say it, darling," he murmured. This time Ninon permitted herself a wrinkling smile. If she was right, and she knew she was, it could make no difference now. There would be no he asked. Ninon's arms stole around his neck. "The lights," she whispered, "and a little automatic warning to tell you when it's time to go...." The boy did not seem to remember about the third click. Ninon was not quite ready to tell him, yet. But she would.... that Ninon permitted. She ran her fingers through the young spaceman's tousled hair and shook him gently. "It's time to go, Robert," she said. Robert fought back from the stubborn grasp of sleep. "So soon?" he mumbled. "And I'm going with you," Ninon said. This brought him fully awake. "I'm sorry, Ninon. You can't!" He sat up and yawned, stretched, the healthy stretch of resilient youth. Then he reached for the jacket he had tossed over on a chair. Ninon watched him with envious eyes, waiting until he was fully alert. "Robert!" she said, and the youth paused at the sharpness of her voice. "How old are you?" The youth paused at the door and glanced back, making no effort to conceal the loathing she had aroused in him. "What do you want?" Ninon said, "You'll never make that flight without me.... Watch!" Swiftly she pushed buttons again. The room darkened, as before. Curtains color and sound and dimension, she—and Robert—projected themselves, together on the couch, beginning at the moment Ninon had pressed the three buttons earlier. Robert's arms were around her, his face buried in the hair falling over her shoulders.... permanently—at your age—before I get back. I have nothing to lose, and you have nothing to gain." Venomous with triumph, Ninon's voice was harsh even to her ears. "On the ahead of schedule, before your flight partner arrives, and be gone from Earth before anyone knows what is happening. I'll be with you, in his place." Robert did not offer to help her into the car, but got in first and waited until she closed the door behind her, then sped away from the curb and through the streets to the spaceport. Ninon said, "Tell me, Robert, isn't it true that if a clock recedes from they?" Robert said, "So that's what's in your mind." He busied himself with parking the car at the spaceport, then went on: "You want to go back in into a boy, then a child, a baby, at last nothing...." "I'll try to be sorry for you, Robert." Ninon felt again for her beta-gun as he stared at her for a long minute, his gaze a curious mixture of amusement and pity. Then, "Come on," he The young man's words seemed to imply a secret knowledge that Ninon did lip of a vast Stygian abyss. Joints creaking, muscles protesting, Ninon pushed herself up and out of the sling against the artificial gravity of the ship. Robert was already seated at the controls. What are we waiting for?" The young spaceman swivelled about in his seat. He looked haggard and drawn from the strain of the long acceleration. Despite herself, Ninon all operations are plotted. There is nothing we can do but wait. The light drive will cut in at the planned time." "Time! Wait! That's all I hear!" Ninon shrieked. "Do something!" Youthful, and gay, and alive and happy.... Tell me, Robert, do you feel He did not answer. Ninon lay in the acceleration sling, gaining strength, and—she too?" He did not answer, and Ninon kept on talking. "How long have we been going, Robert?" He said, "I don't know ... depends on where you are." comfortable as possible." Ninon felt her face go white and stiff with rage. "What do you mean?" Robert said, coldly brutal, "You're looking your age, Ninon. Every year of your fifty-two!" Ninon snatched out the little beta-gun, then, leveled it and fired. And The ship landed automatically, lowering itself to the land on a pillar of rushing flame, needing no help from its passenger. Then the flame died away—and the ship—and Ninon—rested, quietly, serenely, while the rocket tubes crackled and cooled. The people outside gathered at a safe

<question>:
Is there a romantic connection between Ninon and Robert?

<options>:
A Yes. He cares dearly for her and spends his last night with her and she wants him because of the resources and access he can provide for her.
B Not really. Ninon sees him as a pawn to hijack the flight, and if Robert truly loved Ninon he probably wouldn't end up participating in the space travel.
C Somewhat. They both care for each other but in different ways, it's unclear if they would survive a long-term relationship given Robert's space travel.
D No. Robert only went to Ninon for sex before his takeoff, he wouldn't actually leave if he cared about Ninon's wellbeing.

<answer>:

B