Kenzie just grinned and kept on sewing. Marcus wasn't the first, nor would he be the last guy, to come into her trailer and try to flirt with her. She didn't concede so easily but a sultry glance in his direction was just the sort of response he would get out of her so that he knew his efforts weren't wasted or unwanted.
For someone who cared about the well being of their child's father, it might have been a normal response to put down the sewing kit when Marcus asked about him. And yet, Kenzie kept on sewing like they were talking about the weather. "Pissed would be an accurate way to describe his reaction." She chose her words carefully when she spoke so that she didn't give too much away at first. For a few moments, Kenzie let that sink in with Marcus to let him maybe sweat it out and think he was stepping on toes. But she wasn't so mean as to let it go on for very long. "That is, if he knew that Liam existed." She looked down at her son as he coasted around the room, stuffing random objects in his mouth and trying to climb on everything but failing miserably to get his chubby legs up on anything.
"I haven't seen his dad since the world went to shit. He's probably dead by now." Kenzie shrugged, trying to not let her mind dwell on Liam's father too much. Part of her missed him and the relationship that they had but a large part of her didn't miss it one bit. And so, she kept sewing. "So no, you don't have to worry about some big burly guy comin' in here and kickin' the shit out of you for crashing here as long as you damn well please. Unless you piss my brothers off, and then they'd have fun rearranging your face."