"A Wade Savage is busy 'coaching'." Wade grinned and raised a hand to make air quotes. "Which is fucking strange." He said bluntly. Being a coach to players that up until the last six months he'd been playing with, was odd. And the whole new authority thing was a transition. He wasn't sure how the shift in respect was going to work, since a lot of the team knew him personally and had been his equal until recently. And of course there was dealing with new pressure from the management. Wade snorted expressively. They could go fuck themselves. He was himself, and that wasn't going to change simply because he now had new responsibility to deal with. Wade knew he could make a good coach. No, a great one. He just didn't want to have to deal with pressure about his personal life from the outside.
"What does a Ceridwen Cadwallader do with herself these days?" He threw her question back at her, eyes dragging appreciatively over her form. She really was lovely to look at.