“What kind of vows?” he asked, making no move to shake off her grip on his arm. Vows like the ones his brothers must have made to Ares? That's what struck him, rather than the accusation of being a kid (he knew he was not!) His stomach sent a flurry of panic through him at the idea that Peitho might be anything like Ares, and he remembered Marcie trying to make him promise find a different god to follow...