That wasn't always so -- Clint had ended up with Lucky because the dog had defected from his former masters, after all. Mind, those guys had been some major d-bags. But still.
If the warning was a reference to anything, it certainly wasn't anything that Clint caught on to, so he only shrugged and decided this was yet another weird magical thing. "I don't know Latin. Unless like, Carpe Diem or whatever counts. But I think everyone knows that."
Okay. An ageing potion. That was something else, really. Clint quirked a brow over how useful something like that would be when it came to stuff like espionage and spying in general. "Okay, pretty cool. But I'm already old so, next."