Mashuna
Ovis ex Machina
Iain gave me a smile of knowing complicity, and that was all we needed at that moment. After a short while I left him to enjoy the respite from the constant partying he was expected to perform by the heavy drinking crowd that usually monopolised his time at conventions (I'd seen him looking sort of bored and forbearing at other conventions, and thought the poor guy was a victim of his "life-of-the-party" reputation... in fact, he wrote that sort of situation into a novel subsequently, [but I can't figure out which one!] wherein an ambassador to a heavy-partying, deeply violent species [like even more boisterous and dangerous Klingons!] has to pander to their nature at a dinner party. As I read that scene, in my mind's eye I replayed what I'd seen at that con.)
Excession, I think - the Affront were the species.
I'm choosing to believe Iain Banks is still around, as long as I have his books.