Grey raised an eyebrow.
Honestly, he had met coaches like this before—ones that could be happy in one moment, joking around and giddy, and in the next become entirely serious.
Grey didn't really mind it. His MMA coaches had practically all been like this. As far as he saw it, most MMA coaches were like that. Then there were a select few dickheads who forgot that they used to be idiots in the locker rooms too, whipping wet towels at their friend's crotch.
Regardless of the coach, though, Grey wasn't the sort to change because of it. He was actually quite unbothered by however hard a coach decided they needed to go. But in that way, those coaches usually ended up going one of two ways.
Either they would learn to appreciate the fact he could both take their hard coaching and dish it back, or they would break their fragile egos.
