Azrael nodded his understanding, confident that Thrawn would come up with a plan for their counterattack- and utterly confident in his own ability to follow through on said plan, considering how it hadn't been that long since he'd been an active combatant- while he called in favors owed to make sure that someone would be keeping an eye on the cantina and, most importantly, on Thrass's safety.

Not quite how he'd imagined the first meeting with Thrass's family going, but hopefully he'd be able to actually make a good impression beyond just his combat skills once the mercenaries had been dealt with.

If there was one thing he didn't want to screw up, it was that- he did realize after all, that it was important to Thrass that they all got along. And if Azrael wanted to be... Well, someone really special to Thrass, then getting along with his family was mandatory, not optional. He didn't need to read minds or tune into anyone's emotions to know that much.