[Waaaaaaait a second. Did she just say levers? Jaskier gasps, the offense vibrating off his body as he gestures wildly. He's been enjoying the little he's seen of technology so far, but certain lines shouldn't be crossed.]

A mechanical thing! How could that even be a thing?! A machine can't grasp the subtleties of music! What is art without the heart and soul of the artist? Who WAS the evil mind behind such a despicable plan to destroy the opportunities of an entire new generation of musicians?!

[Point him toward this person so he can write a very insulting ballad about them, thank you.]