She was giving me an, "I've just sussed something new" look.
Yes, Toots had made a life-changing discovery - and it was worse than I realised.
My technologically-challenged sweetums had found out how to access our joint bank account online.
It spelled disaster for my secret stash of greenbacks. I was going to pay for this.
"Geez Tec, we're like… really loaded," Moll drawled. "And you've just been paid too."
My heart sank as she demanded to know what upmarket scran joint we were heading for tonight.
She stroked her scrawny fingers through my hair and told me to "think about it".
I could let her know the verdict when she returned with her upmarket gladrags on.
Even an old ducker and diver like me knew there was no way out of this one.
On the bright side, it had been a while since the wallet had taken a proper pounding.
And Toodles had the bit between her teeth - never a pretty sight.
By the time she re-emerged, dressed to the nines, I had the very place in mind.
I even opened the Buick passenger door as she teetered out in her six-inch heels waving to the neighbours at Tec Towers.
Off we sped towards the city centre and a joint I hadn't run my peepers over for a few years.
The Grill on the Corner had stuck firmly in my cranium - it wasn't a cheap option.
But I knew my carnivorous cutie would love it. This was going to be "Moll versus Food".
First impressions were fine and dandy. We were politely shown to our table and sweetie was soon drooling over the waiter's French accent.
Raising my eyes as she fluttered hers, I scanned the menu. It looked delicious, pricey but delicious.
Something alcoholic was required, I opted for a beer, Moll pushed the boat out with a peach bellini.
The atmosphere was stylish but there was one niggly complaint. The piped music was just a tad on the loud side.
It didn't affect cuddles' appetite. She was up for a Waldorf salad for starters. I chose the salad with goats cheese and beetroot.
They hit the mark in spectacular fashion. Moll was beaming like a Cheshire cat with false teeth.
If her sirloin steak was half as good, she announced, she'd be a "very happy girl".
It had been a long time since toots was a girl but the Grill was certainly making her happy.
We both went for sirloin steaks - blue cheese sauce for her, Diane sauce for me.
One bite and my partner was in ecstasy. "Awesome, Tec", she enthused.
She might have been just a bit over the top with the Hollywood B-movie style reaction, but she was right.
This was an excellent piece of steak, perfectly cooked and beautifully presented.
Although, perhaps a knob of butter on top would have made it look more appealing, muttered Miss Fussy.
The corn on the cob on the side melted in my mouth.
Even Moll at her most picky couldn't fault the place.
At £19.75 for a piece of steak plus £2.25 for the sauce, it was a luxury night out.
Despite the smile on cutie's kisser, I wasn't about to splash the spondooliks like this on a regular basis.
Even Moll joked - well half-joked - that she didn't want to spend ALL my hard-earned cash.
But we both left the Grill on the Corner full and happy.
The boss liked nothing better than being showered with big bucks on an evening out in stylish surroundings.
And she got all that, with excellent food thrown in for good value, at the Grill.
We'll be back, toodles barked - just as soon as she remembers the online password.