"...Sure, we'll see what the Boss thinks. First, though," He looks to Alex, "Have you seen your brother? Coyote stopped by his room for something but he wasn't there, and then Housekeeping couldn't find him so I got drafted." 

He gives a sharp headshake, "Haven't seen him all day," he says truthfully, "Have you checked the rooves?" 

Eyeroll, "Obviously. I've met the guy. Well, he'll turn up, or we'll send out a search party. He's probably just gone into town again." Don Vongola will surely agree this is important enough for him to stop looking for now. 

"Come on." He turns to lead them up the stairs to the next terrace, and then the one above, which leads into the building proper.

Leo looks around with continued mild interest.

The familiar architecture takes a step to the right as they get closer, revealing it to be more of a modern fortress-home built on the bones of a roman villa, from the building materials to small touches to the architecture which make it just a hair anachronistic, even here where the attempt at mimicry is strongest.

There are glass doors inside the archways leading onto the terrace they're now on, the rooms inside hidden by curtains pulled across them. Ganauche doesn't lead them towards any of those, instead taking them to the right along the terrace to a more discrete door set into the outer wall, where it meets the east tower there.

Inside is a short hall. They hang a quick right into the tower rather than going further into the building, and climb the stairs there, exiting the tower one floor up.

A description of the labyrinthine route the group takes from this point to Alex's grandfather's study would be long and convoluted. Suffice to say they pass through several open courtyards, walk down many more halls, and take at least three more staircases, two down and one up. The decor is expensive-looking if unfamiliar, much of it pretty clearly antique or made to look that way, and the art, which fills the halls tastefully throughout - paintings, tapestries, statuary, vases, and more - ranges from exquisite to bland. They pass many servants doing basic maintenance and going this way and that through the halls, along with well-dressed men and women on other business, all of whom nod respectfully to Alex, some of whom nod respectfully to Ganauche, and many of whom eye Leo curiously as they pass.

Entering the study itself requires going through the Don's sitting room. Ganauche lets them through the glass doors without any comment from the guard there, and then knocks on the door to the study.

Leo whispers to Alex: "Do I bow, or kneel, or what? As a representative of a foreign lord."

-he cuts off the 'uh' before it can form, but visibly stalls for a moment.

"You can bow if you want to, but he won't expect it," he responds, lowly, "He might come in for a handshake, but. If you're not comfortable with that he'll know and he won't do it. Other than that..." he thinks, "Just wait to sit until he invites you to."

"...good." A power play, then - the old lord wants to show that he's strong enough he doesn't need to make people kowtow, just get basic respect. I can appreciate that. Would've been nice to tell me before, but maybe the boy's just dull.

...for some reason he is annoyed now. He makes a tch noise, but before he can do anything else in response to the flood of irritation, the door opens.

The man who opens it is in his sixties, his chin-length hair and bristly mustache both full-grey, his face lined with considerably more severity than happiness.

"Ganauche," he begins with, before his eyes land on Leo, having completely passed over Alex with only a hint of a tightening in his expression. "Ah," he stops himself, "We have a guest."

In the interest of avoiding a lesson on the matter later, Alex tries to juggle the translation technique and pull on his storm flame at the same time, sharpening his memory of the guest's full name.

"Sig. Nougat," he calls the man's attention to himself, "May I introduce- Lord Aquitainus Septimus Leonatus ex Mare," he pauses, letting the storm go, and realizing he's lost the translation technique at the same time. He makes a face, and then feels a burst of frustration at himself for making the face, in front of Coyote no less, but before he can drag the technique back up again Ganauche replaces it with a version of his own.

Well. Fine then.

"Leo, this is Signor Coyote Nougat, right hand to Don Timoteo Vongola and SIC of the Vongola Famiglia."

Leo bows deeply. "It is my honor to meet you, Signore. If it is the same to you, I would have you call me Leo, as Alessio does - I find myself thrown upon the mercy of your house, and I would not have you call me Lord in the absence of my demesne."

Signor Nougat scrutinises him for a moment before nodding, "Very well, Signor Leo." His gaze sweeps over all of them, "Don Vongola is quite busy with another matter, but this seems to be a situation of some urgency. Come," he steps back and to the side, allowing them to pass him into the room.

Alex steps inside first, subtly straightening his shoulders (and his jacket, which looks a little bit crumpled) as he passes the old man. 

Leo joins him, standing exactly as straight as he already was.