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

<passage>:
you'll understand the futility of trying to convince me again. Anyway, there will be no temptation, for I'm sailing on a new assignment I've accepted. I did love you.... Good-by. " , were a background of annoyance in Dennis' mind he frowned slightly as the maneuvers of the Mercurian dancer, who writhed among the guests of the notorious pleasure palace, began to leave no doubt as to her intentions. The girl was beautiful, in a sultry, almost incandescent sort of way, but her open promise left him cold. He wanted solitude, somewhere to coordinate his thoughts in silence and salvage something out of the wreck of his heart, not True, Koerber's escape from the I.S.P. net had not quite been his fault but had he not been enjoying the joys of a voluptuous Jovian Chamber, in Venus' fabulous Inter-planetary Palace, he would have been ready for duty to complete the last link in the net of I.S.P. cruisers that almost surrounded the space pirate. A night in the Jovian Chamber, was to be emperor for one night. Every sheaf of credits—it had cost him the severe rebuff of the I.S.P., and most of his heart in Marla. Dennis sighed, he tilted his red, curly head and drank deeply of the insidious Verbena brought a faint vibration which his superbly trained faculties could instantly denote. His steady, bronzed hand lowered the drink, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Absorbed in trying to puzzle the sudden enmity of this Martian stranger, he was unaware of the Mercurian Dancer. The latter had edged closer, whirling in prismatic flashes from the myriad semi-precious stones that studded her brief gauze skirt. And now, in a final bid for the spacer's favor she flung herself in his lap and tilted back invitingly. Some of the guests laughed, others stared in plain envy at the handsome, red-haired spacer, but from the table across, came the side as he leaped with deadly intent on the sprawled figure of Dennis cried out. Then the Martian's hand reached out hungrily. But Dennis was not there. Leaping to one side, impervious to the fall of the dancer, he avoided the murderous rush of the Martian youth, then he wheeled swiftly and planted a sledge-hammer blow in that most vulnerable spot of all Martian half-doubled over, he lefted him with a short jab to the chin The Martian's violet eyes were black with fury now. He staggered back Dennis' chest, striking like a piston just below the heart. Dennis took it, flat-footed, without flinching then he let his right ride over with all the force at his command. It caught the Martian on the jaw and spun him like a top, the pale, imperious face went crimson as he slowly sagged to his knees and rolled to the impeccable mosaics of the floor. Dennis, breathing heavily, stood over him until the international Bacca-glas shards. He laughed shortly as he became conscious of the venomous stare of the Mercurian Dancer, of the excited voices of the guests and the emphatic disapproval of the Venusian proprietor who was shocked at having a brawl in his ultra-expensive, ultra-exclusive Palace. "Better come to Headquarters with me, Dennis," the lieutenant said "Sit down, Dennis. I've sent for you, despite your grounding, for again she swerved as if avoiding something deadly in space, and point upwards gaining they're never seen again." "When do I leave, Commander!" Dennis Brooke's voice was like a javelin of ice. extended his hand. "You're the best spacer we have—aside from your recklessness—and on your success depends far more than the capture of an outlaw." Bertram smiled thinly. "Happy landing!" II assignment to duty in a search that went beyond the realm of the inner planets, where men spent sleepless nights in eternal vigilance proud interplanetary liner, now soon to be but drifting dust, and he turned away with a look of shame. thinking of her and all he had lost. When he finally spoke, his voice was harsh, laconic: "Prepare to return!" Scotty Byrnes, the cruiser's nurse, who could take his motors through a major battle, or hell and high water and back again, for that matter, shifted the Venusian weed that made a perpetual bulge on his cheek and easygoing movements belied the feral persistence of a tiger, and the swiftness of a striking cobra in a fight, led the small procession of men toward the emergency planes. Behind him came Dallas Bernan, third lieutenant, looming like a young asteroid in his space suit, followed fairly dancing in his excitement, as if the marvelous work of the new invention that detected the disturbance of atomic jets at great distance were his own achievement. Dennis, Tom Jeffery and Scotty Byrnes raced to the control room, followed by the ponderous Dallas to whom hurry in any form was "Crew, battle stations! Engine room, full speed!" Scotty Byrnes was already dashing to the engine room, where his beloved motors purred with an ascending hum. Aboard the I.S.P. Cruiser each member of the crew raced to his assigned task without delay. Action impended, and after days and nights of inertia, it was a blessed relief. Smiles appeared on haggard faces, and the banter of men suddenly galvanized by a powerful incentive was bandied back and forth. his throat until he could hardly stand the tight collar of his I.S.P. uniform. A growing nausea gripped his bowels, and although he strove to chase from the control room, even certain death was welcome, if only he could take Koerber with him. Weaving through the deadly belt for several hours, Dennis saw his quarry slow down. Instantly he seized the chance and ordered a salvo mortally wounded. Then Dennis maneuvered his cruiser into a power but too late. It struggled like a fly caught in a spider-web to no avail. It was then that Koerber played his last card. Sensing he was With a wrenching turn that almost threw them out of control, Dennis a whiplash. Koerber's gunners sent one parting shot, an atom-blast that shook the trapped cruiser like a leaf. turned to Scotty Byrnes. "What's your opinion? Think we can patch her up, or are we stuck here indefinitely?" contemptuous remark voiced the feelings of the entire crew. A man who failed to be at his battle-station in time of emergency, had no place in the I.S.P. job...." That wasn't at all what he'd intended to say. But somehow the words had stuck in his throat and his face flushed deep scarlet. His candid blue eyes were suspiciously brilliant, and the white bandage "Certainly, Randall," he replied in a much more kindly tone. "We'll need all hands now." "Thank you, sir!" Randall seemed to hesitate for a moment, opened his mouth to speak further, but feeling the other's calculating gaze upon him, he whirled and re-entered the ship. "But for him we wouldn't be here!" Dallas exclaimed. "Aagh!" He shook his head in disgust until the several folds of flesh under his chin "Yep," Dennis nodded. "But I'm still keeping my senses clear. No feuds on my ship. Get it!" The last two words cut like a scimitar. Dallas nodded and lowered his eyes. Scotty shifted his cud and spat a thin stream of juice over the iridescent ground. One by one they re-entered the cruiser.

<question>:
How did the dancer respond to Dennis' victory over the Martian?

<options>:
A She gave him a poisonous look.
B She offered Dennis free services for a week.
C She gave him a come-hither look and they had a great time.
D She gave him a quick salute, blew him a kiss and returned to dancing, as she needed to keep her job.

<answer>:

A