He shakes his head, and then lowers his gaze, frowning a little bit. It's not something he should reveal, his memory, his...condition. Like his father said - no one likes an anomaly. For a moment, he's still, feeling alien and wrong, mouth set in a frown.

"Older than me."

He lifts his head and offers a wan smile, "But almost everyone is, even if I got into the army late."

A long pause, and he looks away again, mouth pursed, "You called me Alfred, but your given name...I don't know that."