"Oh ouch, cruel." Clint fell right in the middle when it came to soldiers; middle ground was kind of best to aim for a lot of the time too. "I am, in fact, ten years your senior. Oddly enough, also December." Birthdays weren't too big a deal though since he'd been overseas for a lot of them now.
"Me an' Lucky are just a tired pair of old timers, eh Luck?" The dog barely really gave Clint a glance, huffing slightly as Clint ruffled the dog's fur around his head and ears. "Although I'm in exceptionally good condition for a retiree."