Lay is making eye contact with the jury, and they're not looking away from him, which is a very good sign for Lay.

People simply don't make eye contact anymore.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation? / Lay down now, put me in a surety with thee; who is he that will strike hands with me? / For thou hast hid their heart from understanding: therefore shalt thou not exalt them.

You turned your head to the side. Faced me. Your eyes never left mine, I read them with ease. You said nothing to them, yet everything to me. I nodded.
But only when no one was watching.

Making eye contact with adults while dressed as a clown is risky.

We look at each other with shy relief. It's the look two odd socks give when they recognise each other in the wild.