The Olympian Affair (The Cinder Spires, #2)

by Jim Butcher

“My lady,” Tilde said, her lower-class Albion accent soft, “the house has been under observation for the past two days. I’ve made a map noting the location of the watchers we have positively identified. It’s waiting with your tea next to your bath.” “My bath,” Abigail sighed. “Oh, Tilde, I really don’t see how I could conspire against the enemies of the Crown without you, dear.”

“If you are doing this to flatter me and gain my approval, half-soul . . . you should continue. It is effective.”