There was hardly a plan in his head. It wasn't seriously thought out - had only just hatched up at what Evan had said. And well, even that it was only an idea, not too worked out on the execution. But that was the fun of it. Grabbing Evan's hand, Barty rushed them toward the fireplace. Grabbing some of the floo powder, Barty smirked at Evan, "You'll have to come along to figure it out." Then he stepped in and called out his flat. And bloody hell, if Evan didn't follow.