There was a time before Asgard when Mitch was a complete atheist. He didn't believe in God, religion, magic, spells, ghosts, or curses. All of those things were great to read about in a fantasy novel, but he didn't believe for an instant. None of those things had brought him happiness or a loving family. If anything, the hope those concepts promised had caused him pain. Every time he tried, there'd be something to kick him back to reality.
Then a certain incident had happened, and later, Metatron had brought Mitch here. Faith was the reality. God and Satan, angels and demons, magic and curses were all possible now.
So it could be that Morana had now "infected" him... but...
"I think I'm aa'right. I don't feel infected by any curse. Unless ya got the flu, but that ain't a curse, really. Are ya feelin' sick?" Against his better judgment, Mitch placed a hand against her forehead to check her temperature.