Ned can practically see Ginsberg backpedaling and rushes to reassure him, "Don't worry, I'm not religious, at least, not anymore. I used to be, but that was a long time ago, and I agree with you anyway." And that answers the question he hadn't asked: whether Ginsberg is a man of particular faith or not. Of course, there's still the possibility that he is, but something about the way he immediately jumped from 'oh look a room of religious paintings' to 'reasons why I think religion fucks people up' seems to be a good indicator.

They are passing by a particularly sordid and gory rendering of souls burning in hell, which Ned wrinkles his nose at, just for a moment. "Mostly agree. It's not that it's dark, exactly. Life's dark. So I get why religion would reflect that. Life's dark, so you have to... have to work at it, to make it light. I think if people focused more on how to do that and less on the..." he nods his head towards the painting, "...'mess up and you'll be tortured forever' side of things, it'd be a different story."