[Hannibal opened the door at the knock, a quietly polite look on his face. He did pause for a millisecond, looking from one to the other, before letting out a quiet chuff of amusement.]

You are most definitely Alfred's grandsons. [Accented, but smoothing back into polite, he stepped back to let the three of them in. He himself was wearing a red cashmere sweater with dark grey slacks, elegant but most definitely casual.]

Please, come on in. I have set up tea in the living room. Thank you so much for coming.